Tue Feb 11 2025
Poetry keeps me alive (Marcella Boccia) Poetry is the breath I stealfrom the silence of the earth,a thief who robs the night of its secrets,and leaves me trembling,naked in the light of unsung stars.It is the fire I drink,its heat turning my veins to...
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