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Winter is gray and drab black trees silhouettes
look like skeletons but everything is coherent
nothing looks discordant even the birds’ silence
seems to add a special touch of discretion
Stress fits beautifully the city’s landscape
breathing fear is normal a perfect environment
to heal sick bodies let alone minds
At late night a frozen air comes in through
my son’s room widely open window
a suitable moment for encouraging thoughts
Sure he is wandering the streets
wearing his blue summer pajamas but there is
nothing to worry about He is not alone
his voices and dreams keep him company
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