Si muore soli

Originally posted on alessandrasolina:
Ho sparso semid’amoreanima innocentetra gramigna.Credo ancora all’amore:non sono eterna,dunque domandoalla terra.Ho sparso semidi viteperché il caliced’una promessanon lo infrango.Ho sparso semidi coraggionella mia folliache sa di verbena eincertezza.Credo ancoraall’amore.Anima…

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