as an handful of sand dissapearing in the wind
as a rolling stone
as a pearl of dew fading away
as a wail on a torn sheet
as the drop of water that shall overflow the glass
although heavy as a boulder, I do not fear the clash
with the emptiness
and the silence
Marco Bo
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