Maria Gioia Benacquista


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Poetry

Poetry
Maria Gioia Benacquista

9.11.11

Curled dreams


The echo
of silent tears,
sobs scented
of melancholy
in the heart
a twinge of pain.
Curled dreams
crushed
and swallowed
by dark shadows.
Emptiness and silence
around me
while your napped steps
cross the threshold
of oblivion.







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