What I Sow - Poem by Luca Menin
What I sow, was the moon pale smile of the dark sky face.
The breeze stream, on my sweat hot skin
Refurbishing the trees along the hollow street
Everything is swallowed, by snatching shadows
suspiciously hiding, where they didn't fit.
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