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Meet the dead

Dazzling shadows floating in golden cloaks
among turquoise rays and purple skies
monkey's movements draw spider's nets
and light feet jump in long lopes

How many of you are now dancing with the secret?
still young, too young but shining
you brought with you naïvety and some unsolved fragilities
stories of little souls abandoned to the unknown

By accident, by choice, by hazard
too soon you met your forever
leather laces grace no wrinkles necks
and ethereal limbs dress unshaped clothes

What would you've done if you had known your destiny?
Did you live your days like colours of the rarest flower?
Because no one can bear the incomplete act of a play
due to the sudden vanishing of the author

Some kind of magic it is to overcome the time
sparkle in the eye and a tickling moment quite
ailing friends undecided but no more sad
the wind shows the way to meet the dead

poem by Ilaria Boffa
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