Wherever you go,
you carry
your mask
of ice.
For years
I assail you,
to scratch it
and then to reach you.
I would pierce
into your soul,
and so join
our bodies.
For years
you fight
my assaults,
and you always overcome.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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