At the Mercy.

In the resonant
cypress situated,
like a trembling
leaf, in the breath
of a novel and
innocent morning,
a sparrow alights
and always, in the
sun’s redness, a
delicate flake
discovers a dream.

Francesco Sinibaldi

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