Winter mornings


Cold outside and feet on your feet, deep warm in the soul.
Sound of snow dragged by the wind,
the small window of our roof is covered with small drops of water.

Snow and fog, a milky morning of winter
Silence, we learn
how deep can be the quiet
in this lockdown Christmas

Empty streets toward a silent night,
Walking one step after another
along the way of imagination,
need to learn how can be brave to travel without moving

In the kitchen a knife slices quick and
on my neck your breathe.
So small, your hand take mine. A wonder
the way small acts of everyday life are inside us, at any time of our life
fingers are made to touch and weave

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