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No more than colours Autumn brings
(Autumn 2007)
No more than colours
Autumn brings:
what left are only
plans and glooms.
Hours became once again
so still
Close you once more
in frozen rings.
Summer’s nights hopes
are now so dull
Becoming enemies
wrap you in a thrill.
When the first yellowed leaf
fall on the ground
and break the desire,
thirst in the soul.
All is now inert, like a murdered bull
Before full of blood, then flesh to sell.
Damned Autumn, who’ve created it.
Mattia Airoldi
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Mattia Airoldi
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