SERENITY’ – Anna Trombelli Acquaro »
SERENITY'
When at sunset
the sun lies on the hills
Nell & rsquo; air
Listening to the trampling of steps to whisper
the leaves now dry.
– CLIFF, EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER –
We devoted the sadness of the morning,
when you leave …
HORIZONS
Floating the flock
in red on the horizon.
Fast, restless, to many …
An oasis, your
Mirages burned as deserts occupy the mind.
Grains of dry sand are thoughts.
The magic of the night
Lights in the night. From the well wishes go out dancing, like freshly bloomed flowers in search of …