the fields and roads and mild
silent whirling,
the snow falls. Dance
the water in the large white
heaven joke,
then rests on the ground,
tired.
in a thousand forms
motionless on the roofs and chimneys
on stones and gardens,
sleeping. All of
around is peace,
closed in a deep oblivion,
indifferent the world is silent.
Poetry Ada Negri
Again the snow. And while
flakes dancing light and cover the fields, trees, roofs, that's how it looks Cuneo under the snow.
Another time the snow. And light flakes
while dancing and holding countryside, trees, roofs, here how it looks Cuneo under the snow.
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