Stopped in the tremor
some berries,
in the tattoo
bitter of the hours
to illuminate
the divine shadows.
Be still sea
of my shell,
silver cloud
on the pomegranate
and on the peach tree in celebration,
sea breeze
on every heart of water.
Ink rose arise
in the gaze and creates
flashes of sky.
In tired sailing
some thoughts,
be a breeze spread with peace,
fantasy
of galaxies in love.
- Maria Teresa Liuzzo (Italy)
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