Sometimes I see again,
inside my heart,
the exultation and the ardour
of the small feet
that fly light
in a serious and cheerful,
exciting and deep,
children’s ring-a-ring-o'-roses,
that transports the mind
and exceeds the threshold
of an immature and latent,
thin wonder.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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