I wonder will I reach it but perhaps, after all may I believe my lie?

I'll call that place my home the years be kind and warm

So I'll learn, to grow myself the garden, to overcome the winter

I'll explore, salty oceans and emerald mountains, rivers of golden and infinite hills

And I promise, to keep my word and to have courage to redeem my errors

I come from where its dark and empty it's destiny's fault, says I

What else should I do on this tired boat on what has been and what it is, but to look forward in time

09-10-2025

This poem was translated from Italian to English

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