There is a sound in the water, softly, And the black trees whisper the storm. The wind carries the scent of earth, And sounds of footsteps approach— I want to hide in the embrace of leaves, In the rustle of nature, and sleep.
- Salvatore Quasimodo
There is a sound in the water, softly, And the black trees whisper the storm. The wind carries the scent of earth, And sounds of footsteps approach— I want to hide in the embrace of leaves, In the rustle of nature, and sleep.