We are the ones who feel
almost everything.
Squeezed like sun-warmed
wine grapes, pressed
like fragrant coffee beans,
distilled like kilos of flowers,
may these memories of our lives
become good poems.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
We are the ones who feel
almost everything.
Squeezed like sun-warmed
wine grapes, pressed
like fragrant coffee beans,
distilled like kilos of flowers,
may these memories of our lives
become good poems.
To you, my new family,here in this international place for poets, and always, to Eliot York, for building it.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
