The world turns softly, slowly, A dance of shadows and light, Every moment a brushstroke, On the canvas of now.
With each heartbeat resonating, Echoes of nature mold, In the stillness of reflection, I find eternity unfold.
- Vincenzo Cardarelli
The world turns softly, slowly, A dance of shadows and light, Every moment a brushstroke, On the canvas of now.
With each heartbeat resonating, Echoes of nature mold, In the stillness of reflection, I find eternity unfold.