Like a light blue butterfly
Flying on the snowdrops
Of any garden existing,
My thoughts fly
Around the world
And then they come back
In order to understand
What my heart could ever love
More than your breath.
Inside me
Your name is written,
Your eyes living in my memory.
There is the fire
But also the rain,
Anonymous drops falling
From my cheeks
Down on my hands.
I'm hopeless and,
At the same time,
Your only hope.
-Debora Radice
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