PEGNO DAL VINO

A reclaimed vineyard found,
A city's beauty bound,
Roots grown from stone,
Cracks the old bone.

A reclaimed golden heritage,
A story woven from rage,
Roots out the deepest desires,
Like scars in a disguise.

It may end at the beginning,
It may start at the ending,
Where all starts ends,
And all ends starts.