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The Coin

You jingle sweet
with shrill voice
and you hit the stone
with a sounding tone.
You indeed come
from a lot far away
and light rest
in my hand.
The impatient eye
of a quivering horse
watches to me through
your smoother side
and with ardour it perceives me
not to ask for the moon
and not to tempt the fate,
but to seize the fortune.

I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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