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Morna

In the sky of ash
the day sinks inside the wave
on the edge of the evening
I fear I too will disappear in the shadow
The approaching night is an orchestra
of fireflies and gorse
amidst echoes of toasts and fires,
a widower without you,
always alone, always aside, forsaken,
Far as I may go, she comes back
in the grief of a morna.
 
And on the love I feel, a warm wail blows
and it comes from the darkness and the sea
and how big is the night with the thought of you inside
hidden in the darkness and the sea
I do not shout anymore
still imagining
anyway, there's nothing here but wind
and words from back then.
 
It will be the evening wind
getting wet and then dry
and lips remembering, and voice
and it will be flesh awakening
It will be the absence making me fall in love,
as did
the sadness that does not come alone
and it does not come right now
but it feeds end wraps itself in the days
spent in vain, in misery,
When life is wasted
once,
it is wasted everywhere.
 
And on the love I feel, a warm wail blows
and it comes from the darkness and the sea
and how big is the night with the thought of you inside
hidden in the darkness and the sea
I do not shout anymore
still imagining
what, anyway, is nothing but
wind and regret from back then.
 
It will be the evening wind
getting wet and then dry
and it will be the music and smile again
and heart no more silent
it will be the foam of my days
swelling and then dissolving
it will be the soul coming back
in the feast of a morna.
 
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Morna

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