“Torna”

God forbid anemia from my love

 

“Have you heard of

golden dawns

silver nights

all that ice?

 

You know anything you  

You born among flowers

You fair tiny thought

 

Your love is tenderness

Nostalgia

A continuous ceaseless wave

 

 

I miss you

Not trying to console you

Of voiceless parentheses

And another new day

 

In sea air

Is your absence

In my own silent story

In my transparent courage

 


Your love was tenderness

Nostalgia

Continuous

Ceaseless

 


Torna”

 

(by Larisa Ficulle)

 


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17 July 2020 Leave your thoughts
e. dickinson
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