Troubador

Found a thousand butterflies in the icicles 

A single tear in the willowed rain
Found a veterans broken whistle in the worn pocket of a sad refrain
Moved us beyond ourselves to this clearing place 

Where moonlight in our souls remain

Prine…..
Sing to us justice 
Sing to us peace….
Sing to us again….

Bologna 9.april.20

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