the first and the last rhyme are already written by
all the rest in the middle
is everything and nothing at the same time
is a bit less of the a little more
is like a tiny carve in the wind
an embroider in time
made with thin filaments of hopes and dreams
the assolo of life
walking along the riverside
fences by this forgotten side of the universe
high barriers that divide the must be
from the could be if
if only we had the strength and determination to climb over that wall
the assolo of life
climbing over that wall!
and come what may
by these forgotten suburban trails
Marco Bo
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