the stars fall
in the brightest night of summer.
people make wishes
under beams of light
running over them
unaware of their cruelty
beautiful
destiny.
YOU ARE READING
floating verses
Poetrywelcome into my mess fixed in words you can find some of this poems (in italian) written here: collana poetica versus vol. 26 https://www.amazon.it/dp/B088R7WN6Z/ref=cm_sw_r_apan_glt_SHT5WNS2SG903CNHR4AV
