In a state of shock...
The last breath of a poet
is like a wind that nothing can resist
amounting to a thunderstorm
that never will stop whirling
in men's hearts and ladies' souls
of anyone who got in touch
with such a downright honest fellow
who dared to call himself
the last romantic hero.
Actually he rather was the first
of all romantic heros here in Poetbay
introducing some new sort of a romantic hero
that, like all the previous and immortal ones,
will surely never vanish.
The first and last is never there,
but you shall always be both here and there among us
as our paragon romantic hero.
Thanks, Mike, for all your golden grace of Poetbay.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-05-16 at 10:58
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