Thursday, June 4, 2020

Since ancient times the fear of pandemics has terrified the peoples of the world.

 ,,,,,,,,,,,, Maybe we didn't give the right weight ,,,,,,,,,
                       even to a simple smile

                      I no longer feel in the air
                               sing the birds,
                               to run noisily
                            flocks of rascals,
                         to greet you with joy
                          the arrival of noon.

                           But You, don't cry,
                            do not be afraid
                         of this evil cyclone
                     that is hitting the world,
                             without brake.

                          If this can be you
                                    help,
                          We are all afraid
                                   to die.

                      Maybe we didn't give
                          the right weight
                    even to a simple smile
                                    or
                     to a romantic sunset
                     with Love next to you.

                       So, after the storm,
                             I'm sure of it,
                      why not come back
                         to past simplicity,
                     now lost in an instant,
                    happy and truly grateful
                          even of that little
                          that was enough?

                         So let's rediscover
                   convinced and repentant
                            Ancient values
                           how to love Life
                    that has been given to us
                         without pretending
                     of the luxury of the past
                          and no longer aim
                      to your own advantage.

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                  Author STEFANO.CAPASSO

                        Images from the web

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