Giunge l’alba
e sveste la notte,
come un sussurro
chiede d’andare
come un sospiro
lieve
accantona ogni sogno
entra
e scosta le tende
entra
a sfiorare la pelle
e non resta che luce.
la mia testa è il mio rifugio
Giunge l’alba
e sveste la notte,
come un sussurro
chiede d’andare
come un sospiro
lieve
accantona ogni sogno
entra
e scosta le tende
entra
a sfiorare la pelle
e non resta che luce.
Published in resistenze poetiche
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