martedì 13 giugno 2017


                                                   Di Maria Concetta Giorgi©

Riflessioni, foto Mary Blindflowers©


                                                 We live with lonely nights,
wet with clouds and dust.
We live where there is no light,
 where spiders
weave our thoughts
and their cobwebs stick them.
Our garrets are full,
fine dust passes through the dormers.
Splinters get out:
they are free thoughts,
the ones nobody will be able
to cage.
They belong to the ones
who were,
 to the ones who will be,
they are the surviving mankind,
they are order and chaos,
they are ideas.

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