I Miss.... Poem by Donatella Camatta
I Miss....
The thought my goes to you,
I remember all your last words,
give me the courage to wait
wait word sweet High
in the moment of embrace.
I miss everything about you
even the soft phrases.
The suffering my chest
you can reach the soul
the mind fixed image.
Swirl so fast
it envelops my tears
the memories of thinking that goes so good!
Caveo hour for hour
for your freedom.
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