Here is the path of hundred poems
to words chanting to gods
of winter winds and rivers
Stems of clouds
Dew and dust
Lovesick tree roots
Piercing down
to the center of earth,
like invisible threads
to the depths of the universe
Such a long pungent silence
traces these lonely stars
These days after nights
of days in tears
building unrelentingly
the walls of sunless solitude,
Like raptured desires of light
Still winter,
stumbled upon
agreed upon
remembered upon
as we are running away from time
with blue poems echoing within
poem & photography by Marco Pignataro
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