Sguardo di transito (Glancing through): A poem

Sunday, December 30, 2007

A poem

Aren't these one perhaps the roots? Abstract and unstable fingers blossomed from wastes? Shall not we find perhaps in dumps life and new sap? In your bloodless bud a fold will point the reviving left-overs in the just ruffled gulfs, in the creeks of passions you will see shivers and flakes... Sign in to see full entry.

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