• SOURCE
"Source“
From a clean source I drink pure waters.
Plain tree fronds sing unknown melodies.
In the hands I catch
fresh gusts of wind.
Inlaid of ancient memory
I receive songs of shepherds.
The night is heated by thousands of stars.
Moon's whiteness embroiders
tall tree foliage and mountains.
In the quiet flow of time
I hug you
at my chest
loving you !
(Spiritually linked to "Chaire fresche dolci acque" by the Italian poet Petrarca)
Antonio SCİLİPOTİ, Italy