Ellie belfiglio

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

“PAIN RUNS THROUGH HER VEINS”

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Ellie belfiglio

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… Pain runs through her eyes!

Branches reaching out to cry.

… Sorrow…

O, the sorrow!

Onto tomorrow!

Pain

Runs through her veins.

… When she hears their flight,

She can’t bear the sight!

sorrow

… Sorrow…

O, the sorrow

Onto tomorrow!

Pain

Runs through her veins.

… Her mind breaking!

The soul too, they never cope.

… Sorrow…

O, the sorrow

Onto tomorrow!

Pain

Runs through her veins

With no gain!! …

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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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