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Di nebbia dipinta
umida,
rugiada
appoggiata
sulla spalla del vecchio
messaggera assopita
tenebra,
sussurra la voce
dell’urna
dopo l’ultima nuvola
alla porta
si bussa
quando s’entra
il silenzio…
poi urla.
Autore: GiorgioDello@copyright
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