Marie Bortolotto 2017
Noisy city - I long for silence.
- Marie Bortolotto
Don't disturb me, I'm writing poems to save myself from silly poems.
- Marie Bortolotto
it's late. The night is silent. I sit alone, listening for poems that fly in the dark.
- Marie Bortolotto
the hungry city encroaches on my dreams. Where can they hide?
- Marie Bortolotto
the idleness of a summer breeze - moving shadows at my feet.
- Marie Bortolotto
Walking, walking, walking. I escape the clickety clack of the city.
- Marie Bortolotto
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Really awesome...both your images and words.
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