Anguishing within a deep shadow
plunged and buried in core
is hidden and veiled this pain.

Unrevealed and silent this sore
not hurling and troubling bore
and unconfident pain.

Are formed with pallid slow hours
and tacitly running this days
of life which only goes grazing

and smiles inviting but fleeing
which over my fingers is gliding
outstretched to catch down a flower

of sun and of love in a bower
that withers and dies

Maria Annunziata Bertagnolio

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