Sunday, 30 November 2014

Soldati. Amici. Vite.

Si sta come
sugli alberi
le foglie

DEATH is a dialogue between   
The spirit and the dust.   
“Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,   
I have another trust.”   
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.           
The Spirit turns away,   
Just laying off, for evidence,   
An overcoat of clay.

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