There is a place
where every thought stops,
enclosed in a time
that marks our breath.
The eyes become the banks
of the sky,
in which the soul is reflected
creating apices among
clouds in flight.
Lips touched are stars
and firmament,
the hearts that beat
in their beat form waves
between tides and wind.
In this universe of dreams
and desires,
fingers are crossed
in a taking of tangible wills.
There is no border
but our feeling,
in a parallel existence
of that dimension called
the beyond love.
- SABRINA MORELLI
ITALY
[Prepared by Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter]
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