in my garden are finally "exploded" the roses.
seems almost impossible that the withered branches in winter can be a harmony of poetry and color.
Rose
Today I feel your scent life
delicate petals pink
and roughness of sharp thorns.
Today I see the color of your life,
green leaves of playful hope
germinated into new buds.
Memories Gone
frost and hail,
today the sun like a feverish
your lover surrounds the velvety petals.
Gaetano Gulisano.
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