Whims


Sometimes gush relentless forth
agitating the calm clarity
of my summer's decline
waves and torrents of exiles desires
beams of flashing lights
illuminating the darker chasm
unexplored side of my brain
such as inflamed by eternal fever
burn vivid whims onto the screen of mind
only because a fugitive white
perceived from a flared skirt

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 Lino Prospero Bertuzzi