a cry for help to infinity
an invocation to the sirens of the great illusion
a piece of bread for the heart exhausted by so much hope
a sign of life in an endless desert
a poem
not much after all
just enough to shed light for a fleeting and fragile moment
on what we are
on what we already know
and then come what may
Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/07/la-poesia.html
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