Morn’ of frozen kisses ‘midst the brine,
Morn’ that, a-soaked, through darks doth creep,
And thou, like this fine rain, dost intertwine,
Without a sound, at last, doth slowly seep.

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Morn’ of frozen kisses ‘midst the brine,
Morn’ that, a-soaked, through darks doth creep,
And thou, like this fine rain, dost intertwine,
Without a sound, at last, doth slowly seep.

Bellissima!!!
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Anche tu 🤗
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🤗 Buona giornata, carissimo Marco
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