Night Traveling, Day Dreaming, while Mapping my Escapisms, Tracing Love
by Giuseppe Ungaretti
Magic moon, you are so consumed
that, breaking the silence,
you put on the old ilexes of the rise,
a slippery veil.
This veil we wear that separates us from our true self, so often owns us.
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This veil we wear that separates us from our true self, so often owns us.
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