THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit wandered forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.
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My. Word. This is a gorgeous poem. Stunning, stirring imagery. Contagious spill of emotions. I'm almost wordless.
Lo what changes time can bring! The cycle of revolving years A great pilgrimage song inked with fantastic imagery and devotion. Thanks for sharing it here.
Blood-red sun! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A great poem with beautiful imagery and high poetic skill.