It's too late, I have poetry in my veins and in my eyes bright, injected verses. Those beautiful undulating fields, cradling thoughts, And beauty and fragrance who knows how many flowers ... I scent from afar. It 'a feline hunting, filling with tears and puffs of allergy. Umberto F. M. Cefalà
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