Silently sitting in a crypt of future demise,
feeling around in the dark for lightened images,
dancing naturally in rhythm of life.
Sounding phrases of beautiful imaginative verses
in Italian voices, sensuous, loving, rhythmical.
Associated closely with every day tasks, finally
stirring in patterns of yesterday's precious
pictures of family and friends, taken
photographically in a mind of realistic visions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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