“What is truth?”, the river-reeds mock me.
\nThe olive trees join in the teasing: “… and what is the meaning of life?”
\nThe wind bellows down the valley and laughs: “What is my role in the world?”<\/p>\n
A young bird lands on a stone and distracts me from their game.
\nThe river bubbles quietly between my toes
\nand the sun warms my back.<\/p>\n
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“What is truth?”, the river-reeds mock me. The olive trees join in the teasing: “… and what is the meaning of life?” The wind bellows down the valley and laughs: “What is my role in the world?” A young bird … Continua a leggere