Friday, August 2, 2024

By Daniela Misso

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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