Into a crescent moon, the silence
whispered by the wind.
Barefoot to trace paths
suffocated by shell rot,
crushed by the fury of the sea. I
helpless in a dream now, my
waiting for a ship that crosses fairytale
oceans away
crystalline
like snowflakes.
I'm here as a siren call for Ulysses
away with my hand on this side
embraced a dream.
"Leila Spallotta" (Vellore)
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