Isola della Scala

PZamboni100/100

All things pass, all things flow,
Movement, connection, separation, all in tow.
A misstep and we're knocked off course,
But in the end, we rise, as if by force.
Like a dance of dominoes, we fall and we stand,
In this ever-changing world, we're a part of the grand.

The name of this work is the name of the city where my roots began, where the path of everything changed and new directions in life were taken.

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