hand in hand and no one around
a silent song of peace descending from the highest mountain
down to the valley where the light of the day fades away
strangers passing by
voices overcrossing
blending and vanishing
no one notices us
in the garden of our dreams , desires fountains
a sip of fresh water ,
salvation in a warm summer day
wonder fountains that know our best kept secrets
and wait for them
our secrets lit as candles in the night
our anxieties, our tears, our smiles
showing the way to silence
maybe a fragment of happiness
hand in hand
and the folds of life that only you and I know
hand in hand
under this forgotten suburban sky,
the most beautiful things in life are those that nobody sees
the most beautiful things are those that only the heart knows
Marco Bo
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