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Feb 2017
Under the mimosa tree
I wait for the dawns
when Winter wants to end.
Its nights,
which are lit by the cold
instead of the moon,
last all day,
its stars are snowflakes
and the breathing of the wind
pushes the darkness inside us
until the thousands and thousands of suns
of the thousands and thousands of flowers
warm the heart
heralding the Spring.

17.2.'15
Gianfranco Aurilio
Written by
Gianfranco Aurilio  Italy
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