Poesia 2018 – Claudio Campagnaro
Just Docked That breeze that’s brushing hair and skin; I feel this space where time is stopped, now unencumbered, thoughtless; freed. I sense this glare to fire akin, yet fresh like mist from waves just topped, cilantro scent once crushed its seed. The past cuts through like knife a tin, yet here I’m safe, a boat just docked; truth’s beauty now can take the lead. Claudio Campagnaro Appena [...]