“Vino Veritas”


A poem with words of glass and bleeding light. Sorting the feelings of winter memory was never a choice. It never revealed the truth within the crepuscular calling. Which voices are heard within, when the wilderness breaks? When the images flood the dark, sleep, sleep splendidly. The dream is so real.


poem and photography by Marco Pignataro




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