Stefano Capasso
It would be less ruthless
It would be less ruthless
having to die
. In a
blue sky
.
the sun still shines
and with stupor
It warms
.
an autumn morning
. that
surprises.
In the park a nightingale
. tenderly
sings,
.
while his friends
have
been gone for a while.
.
But around
still lots of fun
remains
. to keep
company
to
the nightingale in anxiety.
He didn't leave,
. to find Love
again,
. who didn't
want to
. here to
abandon.
. He left,
. no
regrets,
the affections go away,
yet for them no sadness,
. as
for Love
which does not find.
He know well
. to meet
. to certain death,
. when, a
little later,
polar cold will come.
. But
he also know
. that an
event,
. so
unfortunate,
for him it would be
. even less
ruthless
why would love next door
even for a moment ,
.
to then have to die
without flying anymore.
.
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