Looking Forward

Hanging on small dreams
the year folds itself
in the tired sunset
like a mimosa leaf

It murmurs and screams
new names
old promises
lies retold
at the same place
where songs are set on the loose
in unplumbed laughter and tears

We lay wreaths of frustration
with no other option
but to see hope
in growing economies
failing currencies
evolving cultures
mangling beliefs
bigoted communities
and accepting families

Our eyes fall on love and dignity
and we ask it to stay
returning childhood to children
life to the living
in a new year
torn open with murmurs and screams
promises met
songs on the loose
in plumbed laughter and tears


Link to the Italian translation

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