Mushrooms in the dawn
In symmetric row
Falling below the roar of mighty engines
You, with the rifle growing from your finger
Your eyes alert
Your heart beating
For the stars of your flag
Still coming from the sky
In the shadow of the angel wings
17 aprile 2024
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My Falcon
di Nastasimir Franovic
My Falcon
Click my Peregrine, fly off high.
Fly off, the dunghill, you blind chicken.
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