Monday, February 10, 2025

The Line of Love, a Poem by Antonella Di Siena

Boar,
despite the darkness raging
and burn the features
of the days
crunching leaves
in the wind.

I will see again,
your smile that cuts in two
a single crossing of hands
cloud voice
fairy tale song.

I will breathe,
a sip of flower
from a breath of the underworld
foam of branches
nightingales' paradise.
- Antonella Di Siena
                            


Antonella Di Siena’s short biography:-
Editor of the International Review of Art, Culture, “LE MUSE”
Writer, Art and Literary Critic, Translator
Sociology Department-Neuroscience School
Social commitments.
Sacred Family Institute. Reception of disabled  
Family Organization for reception – (short and middle term reception for weak babies)

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