The Bramble Bush Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio
The Bramble Bush
When life
turns into
a bramble bush,
thicker and thicker,
bigger and bigger,
where the sun
doesn't filter anymore
and thorns
are everywhere,
when
even the caress
of a leaf
hurts and wounds
because nothing
is more difficult
than being aware,
let
the time
soothe pain,
the smile
shyly reappear,
let someone
plant a rose
in that bush.
20.10.'09
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This image is a computer processing
of my drawing “The forbidden rainbow”.
The original poem ('Il cespuglio di rovi') is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
of my drawing “The forbidden rainbow”.
The original poem ('Il cespuglio di rovi') is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
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