MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA MIRAGLIA

MEMORIES

Chilly the evening air

while the lights, untiring shimmer

in the town

and a Christmas tree glitters

in the large square

in front of the old church

people in and out the shops

of toys and gifts

Solitary I walk the streets

while memories flow into my mind

the rain sadly following my steps

the wind lifting the last leaves

How cheerful the holy eves

spent together

now you are there

silent in your dwellings

the dark avenues flanked

with cypress trees

casting their ghostly shadows

Faint the lights

in memory of your lives

hidden the stars

and the far moon,

covered with gloomy clouds,

once witness of your stories

now guardian of your groves

Maria Miraglia

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A SPRING DAY

Watching tow birds

on a tree branch

their colorful feathers

arouse amazement and admiration

I hold my watchful eye on them

fearing they can fast  fly away

eager of merrily hovering

in the fresh morning air

I don’t move

not to make noise

fearing they can fly fast away

They are still there

next to each other

silent

friends since ever

enjoying the warm rays of the sun

among green leaves and

brightly colored flowers.

of a spring morning

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PART OF IT

Light my soul

like a petal of a white rose

between the sky and sea

in the uncerain air

of the early morning

far from the world noises

Still sleeping are the birds

the sea is calm

silent the winds

and me freely hovering

while curious observe

the dim colors of dawn

Distant at the horizon

a boat solitary goes

like an old wanderer

while some lights

shyly peeking

through the dark mantle

of the night

draw immaginary scenaries

on the expanse of the blue

In the silence

a celestial tune

can now be heard

and me in the void

full of the immense

part of it feel to be

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