My soul is not empty, shout out its nature and I can’t shut her up. I was waiting for your words quiet for a long time; we are perhaps more united than before; beyond existence; beyond the pace of life.
[author title=”Stefania Miola ” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/Stefania-Miola-Italy-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Stefania Miola is an eminent Poetess, Art Critic and Writer from Italy. She lives in a small town on the outskirts of Turin. Since 2015, three books of Stefania have been published – “One sky – the only true one”, “Violets in the Desert” and “The scent of the white rabbit”. These books were presented at the Turin International Book Fair and all books are awarded nationally and internationally. Her several poems are present in anthologies of various publishing houses. Stefania Miola had been writing for Sindh Courier.[/author]
I move among the stars
Dew pearls the green leaves
And the intertwined branches of the Cacia in bloom unite their sacred roots to the fragments of our sky.
The fragrance now light, now overwhelming Inebriate everything.
The clear irises travel a beautiful path and sink in the beating of a cloud.
O heart my dream is beaten
From the waves and does not sink.
I’m with you in the garden
From the first moment made me feel at home I’m with you On the white jasmine branch.
And from that non-place We took off in the light of a star.
O’ heart my dream is beaten by the waves and it doesn’t sink.
My soul is not empty
Shout out its nature and I can’t shut her up.
I was waiting for your words quiet for a long time
We are perhaps more united than before
Beyond existence
Beyond the pace of life
With its thousand worries!
And from a white branch now we move free among the stars.
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