is the wind of harvest
and this is why in its song we all settle down
to rest for a moment in peace
made of clods of ripe grapes crushed between the fingers
a smile, a tear a drop of morning dew
and then on the road again
on the road again
looking for a hand a smile and good feet to go
far away
together
far
the autumn wind
is the wind of harvest
and this is why
in its song we all settle down
to rest for a moment in peace
and come what may
Marco Bo
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