Outside Shadow There Isn’t
Outside shadow there isn’t ..
Something inside me rises
into the abstract world of nothingness
where I find again my shadow.
There there are ancient gardens
singing of birds
flowers in ecstasy
leaves with dewy tears
green as hope.
Written by RENATO NALE in Italian Language
Translated into English Language by Bastianina Campus
Published, printed by Bastianina Campus
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