Children Under The Star
Samuel La Manna
Come on the flowery meadow to feel the breeze and the wretch that wets your hand and look up to the sky and wait for the sun to come down to give way to the infinity of the night where the only thing that shines is the huge map of the cosmos in which we all dwell by ascending the place to the one thing that makes us immortal.
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