My dear verses
I'll open the window, my darlings. I'll open the book.
Let the wind blow its pages.
Let the sunshine illuminate them. Come out of the darkness, my darling! Don't be afraid, my bellowed!
Let them see you in silk and rags. Let them see syllables and rhymes lined up in the long nights.
On rainy days, Hiding in thoughts. Conceal from views.
Dissemble behind notebook covers. Torn out pages.
Spelled in a single breath.
Took out from a pile of crumpled paper. Don't be afraid my beloved!
Let them pass you over their lips!
17 aprile 2024
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