Today the little house I had read a poem.
beautiful, white as his tender age, as sweet as the innocence of his nine years.
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| Illustration by Linda Bronson |
E' la neve
E' la neve
fredda pallida
lenta incomincia a cadere
avvolge raffredda
incanta
imbianca città .
E cristalli bianchi
scivolano
fioccano dal cielo
candidamente
E nevica.
Alessandra
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