And ... you appear to me
White streets of dust
sunny green fields
distant voices and sounds
sweet land guardian of my dreams
distant whispers, echoes of silent memories
that come back in my infinite thoughts.
What are you hiding in your stillness
what are you hiding in silence
of your green expanses, in the song of a bird
in the slight trembling of leaves in the wind
in the brief memory of a moment
suddenly appearing immense and mysterious
while I'm looking at you more and more small and desperate.
(Poetic Trebbo 2008)
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