Outside the night
Leafs eyes, on the silk diamond moon
sit silent, where my conscience, trembling of desire.
Like water and fire, overflow, and burn
though of what I see,
of what I make
of people shapes,
at the night, walls,
with square doors
that you cannot picture the words
poem by Luca Menin
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