
all-knowing
turnover
the all-seeing turmoil of the caramel grass over my feet
twanging in the wall
the all-wise wall swiping swirls.
all-knowing
turnover
the all-seeing turmoil of the caramel grass over my feet
twanging in the wall
the all-wise wall swiping swirls.
L’onniscienza dell’erba… forse perché nasce e muore ad ogni stagione, ma sempre ritorna? O perché ascolta le parole del vento?
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calpestata e sapiente …
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possibly so…
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really?
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