MEMORIES
My hand opens
To grasp
Each instant
Of my Life.
Recollections
Are held
In its fist.
I close my eyes
I sense
Particles of memories
Arising in my mind.
The perpetual silence
Shall lead me far away
Where noone knows. ..
And the secret of my memories
Shall remain
Till the end of time....
My hand opens
To grasp
Each fragment
Of my Life.
Elisabetta