Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

round of cards
all still to begin
under the stars
long and brief the night
and the parting yet here

***
going back
the summer a promise
without memory
light was I once
and I flew beside you

***
Life's shrinking
Bit by bit we return
in an old child’s body
Yet the heart still demands
to beat
at the rhythm of blood

The soul is thirsty
of impetuous joy
And in disenchantment
one gets lost
like in a sea


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