tangoing
as one forgotten step
Rita Melissano
she's still here
for some strange reason
clocks run backwards
the storm after the quiet
a
phoenix's return to ashes
Rita Melissano
countless years
when our life was a rainbow
in the night
tête-à-tête, cheek to cheek,
holding
a thousand candles
Rita Melissano
listening
to the voice within
the mirror...
its whispers a breath
left
in the fog
Rita Melissano
what is left
of the Japanese garden
the lantern
a lighthouse sitting on a bluff
above
the blue, smooth pebbles
Rita
Melissano
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