every year, in spring
cherry petals let themselves fall;
break their wrinkled chains
imprisoned to the earth.
inexorable ticking
taking my breath away,
they collect cruel tears
on a face full of scars.
i blow
and the drop are released,
join the orange sky
lulled by a wind
that runs towards infinity.
an infinity that will never see
an infinity full of hope,
an endlessly lonely scream.
Will my voice reach you
dear, missing friends?
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
