Stefano Capasso
THE SOUL
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^THE SOUL ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
he wants to
take me by the hand
In the hazel forest,
among brown chestnuts
and in the
darkness that comes,
just see faded shadows.
Among the
now bare branches
Heaven too
looks like looking
of a comfort.
Slide
in a
dark silence
even the evening wind,
that dying,
with bowed
head he walks away.
It's nice on cold evenings
of winter,
next to the fire crackling
of the fireplace,
sit still to chat
with impatient soul,
who can't wait
to speak.
the
compassionate soul
he has no desire
to
look back,
but want
take me by the hand
to carry me forward,
a thousand miles away.
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Author Stefano Capasso
