creative writing

Secret Whispers
Alessio Fabbri

May or may this not be the last chance
For the pretty white bird to sing along
Those who listen shall know
That a song must be sang

Let the river walk this way
Witness of a thousand tears
Painting doodles in the fields
Where the hearts have no such fears

Over the sky, no clouds to be seen
And the stars can’t stand to lose their place
Among the ancient threats of men
Never falling out of grace

There is no shame for the bees
To bow and curtsy to the majesty of this
And colours flash through blurry trees
When the parade appears to please

Solitude among the wildflowers
A thousand petals dance together
Till the moon presents no mercy
Wishing this could last forever

The cheerful note of melancholic past
Flashes through the bones and blood of a restless soul
That no more pain wants to bear
And then as high, wishes to have flown

Below there, it’s under the cork tree
That the golden wires fall down to the ground
By unaware people and unwilling smiles
A message of love seeks to be found