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Aug 2017
I learned to walk
on glass floors,
to weigh words
as though they were gold,
to listen to the tiniest sounds
of the hearts of those
who talked to me
but I still haven't learned to fly
as feathers do.
14. 3. '16
from the collection “Menu of love”
Gianfranco Aurilio
Written by
Gianfranco Aurilio  Italy
(Italy)   
225
     Jamadhi Verse
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