not miss
Do not miss the chase
my shadow that lengthens,
steps in a hurry,
the sound of a horn
waiting
and around the corner,
as the world revolved
in the sunset.
not miss even
in red unexpected
to veil the air
breathing in the absence
beats senseless
tears betray
lost in the heart
of those who remain.
Matteo Cotugno
novel - all rights reserved
06/01/2011
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