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"Fragments"

Fragments of heart

To walk trough the path

holding hands with the clouds

and drink at the source

with unquenchable spirit


Fragments of soul

as we hide within time

our garden prayers at dusk

the only forms of twilight unseen

as feverish inner laments


Fragments of memory

next to the treehouse and windmills

an ocean is ever so close

and that’s enough in itself

to breath in gratitude and fear


Fragments of being

silence bleeding silence

from the shores no one drowns

unless

the tide is inside


poem and photography by Marco Pignataro



 
 
 

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