Sep 2015
So thou on board
a train with no end
Thought after thought
and those beauties, lights, hills
mirrored in thy eyes
What hath thy mind
Eternally or melancholy
a verse, a prose
or a sigh with no end.
a train with no end
Thought after thought
and those beauties, lights, hills
mirrored in thy eyes
What hath thy mind
Eternally or melancholy
a verse, a prose
or a sigh with no end.
Wrote in Ligure, on the train back to Torino. July 4, 2015.
