Poems

Bianca Come Il Latte, Rosso Come Il Sangue (White as Milk, Red as Blood)

flowers_red_rose_on_white-0223Death kisses me with a cold touch

Shifting my skin into white nothing

I obediently submit

My body light

My soul slowly departs into the air

Then!

I feel hope rising

Color rushing me into the very being I was once

Life embraces my heart with a warm touch

Resurrecting my soul into a blooming red rose

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