Ron Dragano Poems

I read the news today - winter is history
A fading memory, blowing away in a warm wind
That's easy on ya, - carrying songs.
Most everybody sings along,
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(Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito)
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Stars sail, the night spins
Until the call comes in,
'He's gone, ' she cries.
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In summer I see them roosting high in the old pines,
Hear them calling, black wings lifting them to flight,
Not so in winter. Where have they gone?
Into the deep woods, I think
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