Mauro Montacchiesi

Come piombo

Ma quanto, come piombo,
queste ore son grevi!
Non vedo fiamma
capace di darmi calore!
Non vedo fiore
che sbocci per me!
Vedo soltanto nebbia!
Sento soltanto l' umiditą della notte!
Sfocata mi sbircia una luna,
che pił non vedo d' argento,
da quando,
hai seppellito il tuo amore per me!

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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/14/2008.

 
 

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