It's sounded a note.. into the empty room a word
silvery, light, and remote, of a distant bell I heard.

You held my hand
remembrance, and whispered me
come on, we'll go far in the land
together on the shaded paths we'll be..

In the valley that dark is already
we'll descend more and more
grazed by the wind and shady.
The silence shall sound, by the bore

of the nocturnal bird, and the song
of the spring. Shall shut off in the sky
the last light of the day, among
glares of sunset which dies

until to disappear. With the aspens the wind will play
and beams of moon a veil of silver on the water will lay

Maria Annunziata Bertagnolio

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