Nero CaroZiv Poems
- Lost Childhood Hills and dales of ancient land, bleak, barren...
- Home Alone The pounding waves along the shore are the sea's ...
- A Forest Nymph It was the middle of the night by the forest ...
- The Shade Of Death The shade of death is made of a canopy ...
- Wild Strawberries It is that time of my life that in me I ...
- How Does She Smile How does she smile like that little ...
- A Morning Rush The seasons gather flowers from the rain And ...
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''Winter, as harsh as brutal it isnone
Always warm spring follows, the wounded earth to appease
Yet unfortunate I am, not being as optimistic
When it comes to death; I am realistic''
''She looks fair from farnone
Yet she is far from being fair''
''I have been astonished; struck that men could die martyrs for religion—I have shuddered at it. It is the same world; the same God; why not let people be free to choose the method to address GOD?''none
The way the world is; the diversities in it of flowers, trees, grass, birds, animals and human races it conveys to me the thought that GOD likes diversity; God would not like all humans being of the ...none
''How one can tell that a piece of beauty is beautiful unless an ugly thing will be near by; therefore ugly is part of beauty''none
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Hills and dales of ancient land, bleak, barren and glaring
Where my thoughtless, happy hours beguiling childhood strayed,
How the sand with ages of patina on me is warring,
Howl, moan winds of the past above my tufted shade!
No more, gone the days I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high with the wind sigh
I was a child of the shining meadow, tulips on hill, and willow low in mourning
No cloud on vast blue heaven, just this sapphire eye of the sky.
Now in the windy winter flood of morning in rear
Longing lifted its weight from ...