PoeticHouse - Il Portale dei Poeti e della Poesia
Pubblicata il 20/10/2023
The blacksmith pounded on the light
with his heavy metal hammer,
(all his muscles groaned),
and the light flexed, compliantly,
spuring hot sparkles everywhere:
the blacksmith lifted it in the air,
and the entire world wa seen
in its incomparable buauty,
while the intense beams leaked out
through the branches of the oak trees.
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