My bride cloud

Waiting by that pilaster, you enslaved me… you did it,
one arm away, yet I miss you,
warm tears, fuel of my passion… even those I’ve never cried before,
one plane away, yet I miss you,
waiting by that river, you carved me out of my night,
there you stand, yet I miss you.




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Stefano Serri was born in 1965 in Sardinia.


Last updated November 21, 2021