Mount Etna
Cloud touch its head
Mesina to Catania
pray to calm its temper.
In slopes of anguish
as its hold golden keys
ashes in soil claims
superb taste feats golden basket.
Beneath and under written history
unreveal current blend in salty sea
courages immortal vigor as hero
fire to free its given demons.
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