The river flows like lost love, Winding through valleys of time, It carries whispers of the ancients, Croons with every current, Under bridges of memory and space, And carries my heart to the horizon.
- Salvatore Quasimodo
The river flows like lost love, Winding through valleys of time, It carries whispers of the ancients, Croons with every current, Under bridges of memory and space, And carries my heart to the horizon.