Notte Profonda

Splendida luna, gatta che lievi zampe posi sui sogni

The breathing dusk

Follow me into the woods,

where trails dissolve into

forgotten paths of moss

and stones, which spiral down

to where daylight is just

a distant echo, where the forest

exhales a swarming dew

that drips along the swathes

of webs that bind together

leaves and trunks, connecting

life to life, like puppets,

abiding servants to

the breathing dusk.

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