The mallard. –
A flight of wild ducks
Wave after wave
gift receiving
clear transparencies
while
I strip myself of my dark bodies
You
with delicate light, you cover my heart with joyful hands
that sea is formed in us Love longed for
in heavens
crystal
your eyes
from Your kissed
our germane souls increasingly free in real wings fly from Sun to Sun from Victory to Victory,
The author of this poem work Vincenzo Capitanucci
The mallard. – Travel is the traveler. Discover the soul of the places.