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One summer's night |
| Summer's dead of night by the scorched soil among trees from the gardens waves up heat gloomy with shadows ... Drowsiness faded away within the silence broken by a plight of a far bird. Come back in remembrance mislaid sensations in the slow vanishing within still of my mind's night reapperar surfacing my twenties I thought nuanced into the mist of time rises intense a scent from the gardens like happened then.Into the mind resounds a chant of nigthingale such in those nights passed over my books among dreams and enchantments Maria Annunziata Bertagnolio Copyright
©2002 Maria Annunziata Bertagnolio |
