A FIST OF CONFETTI
A handful of confetti,
thrown from the balcony,
wander for a moment in & rsquo; air.
Last certain, colored,
but without consistency.
Fall to the ground as your dreams.
And vain hope that a breath of wind
build them up to vibrate new life.
Angela Battle
bella!
Quei sogni, non si “rialzano” più. Ma ne arrivano degli altri.