this solitude…
a cloud cloaking my days
with ease
the silence no word
wants
to escape
Rita Melissano
sitting
on a slice of moon
she smiles
without feeling the sharp
edge
of the dark side
Rita Melissano
writing
on the mind’s walls
all is lost
the red ink of a heart lasts
forever
like a swan feather
Rita Melissano
endless sky...
where
the
sun goes to sleep
Rita Melissano
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