autumn rain –
grandma's sewing machine
silent
in the corner
Daniela Misso
short night –
a station master's whistle
in
the distance
Daniela Misso
I go back
to see the rubble
silence
of stars
Daniela Misso
sea foam . . .
fleeting memories
take
shape
Daniela Misso
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