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Italian Thoughts

By: Elliot Rime (School of Mathematics)
Competition Year: 2017
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Rainfall
Through the window, I see you
Smiling warmth
Unfelt
Unseen
I see

Words
Yours wrap around mine
Like the hills enclose the valley
They lose all meaning

Smile
Graceful and pure
Hindered by none, noticed by all
Cherished by few
You wouldn’t know

Eyes
Mirror of my thoughts
Dreams
Memories
Your eyes are more

I am the valley

Your embrace deserts my heart once we part
Frozen tenderness disenchants
Piercing my soul instead
Forlorn

Thinking of you is wondering
One way street of thoughts
Rome is everywhere
Where are you?

Sole fantasy

Out and about
Your touch is like a storming wind, abseiling
Towards my heart
Creased
Wrinkled
Trembling
But safe

Who are you?

Sea
And Rivers
Climbing the hills
Meandering upon my mind
Just another spark of fuzzy reverie

Mere imagination

Daffodil
Lonely in a sea of green
Icy snow enwrapped
I can feel you grow
Prosper
Flourish
Blossom

What is true?

Shore
Rough and wild
Your eyes meet the horizon
I am here
You don’t see

Wind
Not unexpected but for good
Waning into the fog of uncertainty
Both my heart
And you





Sunlight
On my face, beams touching my heart
This is you
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