Loves Of The Past - Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio
The loves of the past
are like the wind
and when the wind is silent
the leaves sleep.
It's almost as if they are thinking,
sick of life
but the wind comes and goes
and when the wind blows,
the leaves stir restlessly
if it weren't for the branches,
they would disappear along with it.
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from the collection "Menu of love"
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