lunedì 4 settembre 2023

Frost in the soul

 

Sun, Switch off yourself!

or burns my eyes.

Cowardice smiles to the poor man.

Dreams of glory of the human species collect frost on the iron of evil.

Tender feelings make fun of the sensitive soul.

I look up to the sky to distract crying eyes.

I would like to believe, my God.

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