Jul 062017

The light’s breath

Michela Zanarella


I quench the thirst

the light’s breath,

I push with force the eyelids

at dawn.

Let me be born

next to an open border,

in the sky language I resurface.

Subjected to light

of madness

I have no soul.

It scares me who I faced:

my destiny,

shroud of memory and clouds.

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