Only
The mind of an old safehands were sweaty and flushed
the slow pace and tired
the road... poor rocks
walk beside you.
And now you...
the mad rush
now you've turned off!
And if not enough...
you threw it all on the ground
you have burnt your dress
you have stripped your heart...
and no one is alive
there is just a face in shadow.
Rosaria Magnisi