domenica 4 aprile 2010
the dark light of a storm far away.
Footsteps on the shore
which sparkles with its tiny stars
through a lonely sun.
Washed up shells surround me
and I’m struggling with each breathe…
Cold water seeps into my bones…
I can feel you now…
Heaps of shells in my hands…
Bunches of memories in my soul..”
30 Marzo 2010
© Daniela Cifarelli