Franca Petroni

come foglie


Volare ,

nell’oceano azzurro del cielo

Mentre i sensi si abbandonano

Alla pace suprema.

Guardare,

come pezzi di mosaico

la variabile distesa

al di sotto,

e non sentirsi più parte di questa.

Uomini, donne,

foglie di alberi in autunno,

vagano senza meta,

come trasportate dal vento,

senza ordine,

senza senso,

aspettando Qualcuno

che le spazzi via

senza lasciare traccia.


 

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