No More Than Colours Autumn Brings - Poem by Mattia Airoldi
No more than colours
what left are only
plans and glooms.
Hours became once again
Close you once more
in frozen rings.
Summer’s nights hopes
are now so dull
wrap you in a thrill.
When the first yellowed leaf
fall on the ground
and break the desire,
thirst in the soul.
All is now inert, like a murdered bull
Before full of blood, then flesh to sell.
Damned Autumn, who’ve created it.
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