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The Poetry of Silence


The future dawns.

The ancient Gods have gone
To leave us a new time.

A new earth arises from the night.
A new harvest grows towards the sun.

Our memories become our present.

In the ancient signs we read
The path of our freedom…

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© Giancarlo Barbadoro