Cristalli di neve
gelidi
a pungere di vita
il volto
tanti bianchi
immensi
trasparenti
appaiono, spaiono
s'appoggiano lieti
volteggiano a terra poi
sbalzati lontano
vicino
come a noi
crudo e gelido
destino.
YOU ARE READING
Little Red Book (Libercolo Rosso)
PoetryIf there were a premise to do for this Little Red Book it would be that everything written here had not been thought to be delivered, as it is happening now, written black and red on white, just right now and from now on.
