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Words on a hidden cloud

Poems and dreams

I long to visit

when the silence is the only echo.

Threads of time

past into present silence

Words about exotic birds

flying over my ocean,

when I was land, sky, salt air. Untouchable, forever moving.


muggy sands

dried from receding waters,

inclement weather,

whispering winds. A boat lopsided. Shipwrecked .

Paddling in vain through entangled seaweeds


forever motionless.

poems & photography by Marco Pignataro

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