Dec17

Passi sul lago

Posted on December 17, 2013 by anna mosca

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sarà questo tragitto
mi inceppa sempre il pensiero
togli il giallo tutto muta grigio
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i prati e i monti autunnali
sono nuvole basse una spugna
e l’umido entra dentro fino in fondo
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non comprendo una vita così
non posso indugiare la fretta
ai piedi spinge sarò colore

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richardankerswrites on December 17, 2013 at 8:46 am said:

I had to translate this LOL but it was worth it. Great poem.

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- anna mosca on December 18, 2013 at 6:28 am said:
  
  Ah, you did? I appreciate the effort and the compliment Richard, thank you.
  
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  - richardankerswrites on December 18, 2013 at 7:56 am said:
    
    You’re welcome, Anna 😄
    
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