A flying and gentle sparrow.
response to Reihan Salam's post A Call for Yuppie Communes
When the last
lights of a sunrise
disappear behind
a melody I hear
the song of
a beautiful sparrow,
the sound of a
rank and the rising
beginning now
reflecting the pain.
Francesco Sinibaldi
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