Notte Profonda

Splendida luna, gatta che lievi zampe posi sui sogni

Suspended

Just a faint sound, caressing my thoughts

from afar. A note,

sustained prolonged enwrapped in a thrill

of remebrance and

my voice, as I talk to a friend, or myself,

as I look at this

beguiling sky that spins and streams above

in a circle of clouds

as if holding my mind suspended, at loss,

recognizing my doubts

in the absent gaze of these countless faces

we get by.

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