Dyslexia
... And we hope to desperate people hungry, groping in
words
dreams of sun and rocks in the heart of salt injury.
And we are, thieves thoughts, which we thought ...
or crumbs of words, read with difficulty reluctantly
between those who will laugh in your face and says "You have to keep."
And we are lost souls in the night ... ...
captivated by the melancholy that hurts,
among the "big" words that process ... That we
silent "small" we are listening.
Sonia Demurtas
www.soniademurtas.it
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