I remember when
your humid tongue
woke up me early
and when your head
was leaned light
on my legs
and when your eyes
watched to me sad
and imploring.
Little dog,
now only this your
small painting
remained in my hands,
but for ever
you have left
a deep furrow
in my heart.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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