Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

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… Take me to that place,

Where eagles circle the sun and chase;

And redwoods soar boundless to my eyes!

… Where arrows of light

Pierce my soul at night;

And leafs of gold scatter.

… Where the air blows.

It is sweet to my senses and flows.

And the sky is true blue.


… Where squirrels run,

And lizard bask under sun

In the splendor of morning.

… Where the waterfalls flow,

Crystal amber’s hue glow.

Where leaves softly veil the earth’s bed;

And only whispering wind is heard!! …




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Ellie belfiglio


One eternal day,

The sky was pitch gray;

And dark! Not a sound to be heard,

Nor a voice to be said.

Loneliness crept the only one-

To be, but she was gone!

The only one to be, has thought!

The thought of life she sought.


She made a thousand crystal ball-

To support her life of scowl.

She made this life to be-

Like the only one she see;

In which to see herself in good deed,

Good thought, to her, she plead!

She was no longer the only one to be;

Yet today everything she sees everything with dree!! …



The pictures are from bing.com…

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