ℓα ροєѕια ροяτα ℓοиταиο - ροєτяγ gοєѕ Ꮠαя αωαγ 🇮🇹
the eyes of heaven and the heart absent,
What are you looking from a distance?
A love gone?
hug a friend?
or maybe your childhood that there is no more
first love
fragments of the past.
When autumn
bend your knees
and as to succumb to regret,
saran served what then?
When the leaves yellow
fall from the trees in clumps
pushed by the wind chill
that will not be heaps of uncertainties
the short strokes on the face
occurred in that past that is no longer
But in the eyes of heaven
lapilli as short of eternity
continue to rincorresi
as children in the courtyards of somewhere,
knowing sadness vain
picks up the uncertainty,
continue them
Katy Scarlet (New York)
Poetry
Mark Vasselli
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