(Image Ilaria Diana ) M 'origin in the flesh covers at night
roots and prisons without rays
for the glory of distant trees
that Elsewhere Fogliano prisons violets
unfolding astonished irises SPERSE
strolling the washed-out clouds of birds of prey.
A lovely fortress of thorns,
on ridges embers of heart
Barbic in the dark of tomorrow,
where the Sun?
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