December 16, 2007 2:07 PM
Poem from Venezia
I dream of waltzing ghosts on mists
and rolling fog and haunted paths.
You fought and loved and dreamed and paid.
You hid and talked, amongst yourselves.
You paddled forth and stumbled on
and hurt because you're not the same
and felt the need to fear this too,
just as we go on to do.
You've left here, but your fog remains
and walls decay, outliving you,
perhaps they wish to join you too,
somewhere far away.
© 2007 by Christina Pitrelli
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