The Secret of the Rainbow – A Poem from Italy
Stefania Miola, an eminent poetess from the land of famous painters, sculptors, poets and musicians, shares her latest poem.

Trees of peace grow in remote places, and I embrace them.
The Secret of the Rainbow
I have become a colony for swallows
For to live in the flower season
Trees of peace grow in remote places
And I embrace them.
I see with the eyes of a poet
Than with the color of fireflies
Embellishes
The celestial card!
And us
We will be in the spontaneous geometry universe
Of colors on the palette of a great artist
That depicts only the sea
We will listen with the windows wide open
The music of the forgotten rattles
From the angels in the clouds,
Reminder that everything
It’s a miracle.
In our hands the ashes of thousands of colors
My eyes are still in yours.
And the wood gnomes have revealed to me
The secret of the rainbow!
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