Too far from home
all seems as looked
from the eyes
of another person.
Inwardly the distress
cuts a furrow,
but a powerful fire
leads us more forward.
Always, and again always,
the curiosity pushes us.
Perhaps we could know
our destiny.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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