Ellie belfiglio

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

“ECHOES”

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Ellie belfiglio

flying-eagle

… 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.

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… 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

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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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