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Resilience of light,

channeling each breath and memory

through the displacement of place and time.

Each season passing brings back the same rain

and the same wind

to the same eternal ocean

of truth.

Sleep walking

across the maze of translucent clouds,

the days feel weary

from searching and falling.

Be still

as we trace our spirits

through the valley

of the ancient melody.

The light doesn’t ever falter,

but I don’t recognize the surroundings anymore;

I will keep holding your hand

since I’m too afraid to let go.

poem & photography by Marco Pignataro

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