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by Flavia Cosima

Beyond these walls there is the sea;
Beyond these chairs,
Left empty in dreams,
Beyond the houses burnt and collapsed,
Beyond dark curtains, helplessly flapping
Over empty window sockets,
Lies the color blue,
A steely blue,
A piercing, stony blue-
The Sun’s bride,
Now tear-stained, then exceedingly beautiful,
The eternal sea, a foamy answer
To the dreams of the night
And to the infinite longing.


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