Manadero

I smile when I see that you have been here.
Words pour from my fingertips hopeful that your eyes scan each page.

I had left this place last year hearing only the sound of a howling cold wind.
The early 100 poems are comforting while others lie parched on a barren desert.
Some are carefully written on pretty Japanese papers of my handmade journal.
The sensual fragrance of jasmine reveals secrets;
those intimate thoughts inspired by one whose sky I only imagine to walk in.

Amore senza reciprocità è la peggiore tortura un essere umano può sperimentare.

now I say goodbye
the beauty of hidden things
unveiled to you

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I leave my Manadero
all posts kept private
to move on to a more
personal and passionate
place to express my deepest
creative desires.