MARIA
MIRAGLIA
THE AIR
So pure the air
of the ancient
aurorae
fresh and light
swaying on the
lawns
aloft
trought the silent mountains
pushed one time
smoothly
sails of boats at
sea
The lights of the
stars
dawn after dawn
turned off
seasons after
season
time glided away
while
chimneys
like poppies in
spring
sprung out
higher and higher
as if to defy the
sky
obscure the sun
Mouths blowing
smoke
spitting toxins
darken the Air
getting sadder and
sadder
more and more
soothe
almost can be
heard itself coughing
Unable to
articulate words
it’s with the
nature slow getting sick
the relentless
upheaval
of the seasons
the clear damages
in people' bodies
She asks Man
to take care of
her
to save the common
house
@ Maria Miraglia
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HOLD MY HAND
Hold my hand
and open your lips
to a smile
your eyes betray
the fears and
wants of
the child in you
Give me your hand
and let it be
forget your pains
and barefoot we'll
go
up to the hill
caressed by the
morning dew
Hold my hand
and under the
silent elm
tell me of you and
open the cage
of my thoughts and
emotions
transparent like
the crystalline waters
of a rivulet
they will flow
from my soul to
yours
The dark clouds
on the horizon
will then turn into
brushstrokes of a
bright white
@ Maria Miraglia
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SHADOWS
We meet people
so many
travelling
in pubs or schools
black or white
christians or
muslims
fair or nasty ones
mean or
compassionate
Each with their
destinies
with stories to
tell
their happiness
and sorrows
we talk with them,
listen to them,
share segments of
life
to see them go
back
each to walk the
paths
of their
individual lives
Nothing abides
neither the
memories
shadows fading
away
in the darkness of
the past
MARIA A. MIRAGLIA-
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