(photo from web)
Earth
In 'air
the scent of new life
is already intense,
the earth warmed by the sun
quivers and groans,
incessant pushing and rushing
new shoots.
Yet it is the same land
who has known the winter
hidden and numb from the frost,
the same land that has hosted pain.
I open the nostrils to your scent,
enjoy your trembling eagerness.
A rosebud
weeping dew
greets life.
Gaetano Gulisano .
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