• Pfrasca

Not as bad as

Updated: Apr 30, 2019

How does it feel when

the wall you're hurled against

is softer than it seemed?

It's made of pillows, and soft silk.

How does it feel when

you plummet from a high peak

but land safely and unscathed?

The ground is but a bed of leaves.

How does it feel when

you can smile?

How does it feel when

you can touch?

How does it feel when

you let go of them?

And just how does it feel

when you let go of you?

Nci l'avia dittu l'acqua a' petra...

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