PoeticHouse - Il Portale dei Poeti e della Poesia
Pubblicata il 18/01/2024
Looking out the window,
i see sooty tiles.
ivy leaves struggle for life
climbing to distant walls.
bloody flames of rust
wounded by the dying sun
speak to me of freedom:
swallows' flights over my head,
why don't I have wings, too?
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