I knocked on the BLUE door
At the end of the avenue
The innocence of love vanished into the fog
Misting the mirror
The grave story
disarmed the white butterfly and the warrior.
I pulled back the curtain
The renovated fairy tale
Was awaiting a sign that had been delayed
It picked up my smile
The rainbow ray,
The pearl in a tight hand,
told of non-rigged memories
The page turned
The gate closed
In the sky, the traveling clouds played
The absurd circle that is life
To guide me on the last path
To the house of my LOVE
Poem by Silla Maria Campanini
(In the fond memory of her daughter who left us in an early age)
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