The days’ swing

the language’s swing, crossing the border of language.

Lucia Sallustio

The days’ swing

In the day’s trample
that we innocently call life
and some beseech it to stop
my emotion is swaying hard.
Frantic work is a soothe
it arms my future with experience
The end-of-day rush
will be a contented descending
Or an awakening nightmare
along with the heart’s swing.

traduzione della mia poesia “L’altalena dei giorni”

a cura di Marianna Altamura

View original post

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s