The Chandeliers Poem by Luca Menin

The Chandeliers



Gentle poor tender
every souls
shine through
blossom like harmonious chandeliers
unaware of it light.
When pleasure will gleam like a shallow diamond
We will become like honey
made on a hive of jar
What it essential for life cannot be judge
Love others like yourself

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