nestled on a branch,
a solitary bird sings its mournful song,
the branch undulates,
straining to bear the bird’s weight,
offering respite, succour, peace,
just a little,
a little to ensure the tiny bird is at ease … …
nestled on a branch,
a solitary bird sings its mournful song,
the branch undulates,
straining to bear the bird’s weight,
offering respite, succour, peace,
just a little,
a little to ensure the tiny bird is at ease … …
Scribbled Verse 
yesterday was a storm here in venice mainland … this afternoon i see a spot almost black on the grass … i thought it was a leaf fallen … but i went next and see the sad glance of a small blackbird … dead fallen from the palm tree were it was his nest … i remembered the great loss of birds in both venice downtown and mainland … the sparrow disappeared and the black birds too … my garden was always a shelter for both sparrows or blackbirds … and early morning i was happy by their morning songs … now it’s a silent spring … oh yr pome remind me … good pome yours.
ciao,
~R.
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Grazie, mi companero! Forza bandierra rossa!! ✌
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Long life to revolution !
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Aluta Continua ! ✊
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