On A Late Afternoon In Springtime Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio
On A Late Afternoon In Springtime
I'm alone on the seashore
when the sun
is getting ready to sleep,
but then I realize
that someone is calling me.
It's the wind
that whispers in my ear,
it's the sky
that cheers up my mind,
it's the sea
whose rippling strikes me,
it's the sea-gull
that skims the wave
and advances towards me,
it's the sand
that gently caresses me.
I'm no longer alone
on this late
afternoon in springtime.
26.4.'15
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