I Ribelli della Montagna

Rebellious mountains are
nailed to the earth.

Winds howl from the peaks
as they valleys shiver.

The sun falls between the rocks,
silhouettes of distances.

Night’s cold brings clouds
to drop on foreign plains.

Fields wait, and wait, and wait –
wait for the fruits of tomorrow,

for the revealing sun’s light
on the broad face above.

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