Davide

Who can resist, that warming flame, leavened by your kiss, hidden by a generous street, it's a terrible shame, supplicants at your feet, those who think you’re it, turn to me and say, please God nothing goes adrift, car lanes tick with heat, sunlight grants them little space, our time is fleeting, let their gears change shift, you laugh again, someone will give us a lift, for everything we need, blow our troubles away, hang dreams on a tree, if uncertain questions, clutter our foray, all’s we seek an instance, other golden days.