one day you will not hear my voice anywhere nor about
that’s why I will paint it for you on the wall of doubts
the nuances will embrace you and then let you free to bow
over this concrete jungle far away
through the mist and confusion that jams our being flesh and blood
my rusted voice you will feel it in your run
step by step
breath by breath
because the good veil of secrecy
forever shines
into the silence of those who don't want to hear………
maybe I should have started with
what if….?
Marco Bo
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