Ellie belfiglio

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

“MORNING DEW”

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Imagine! A daisy sprinklers in morning dew!

Its falling petals say, “I love you.”

Imagine! sunlight glistens on a window pane;

Making ceaseless beads from warm rain.

Imagine! The caressing breeze makes way in field of wheat;

And rustle a sound made of barefoot.

Imagine! A reflection in crystal clear pool;

The splendor, the dazzle, like a gem of jewel.

Imagine! A child runs barefoot in the sand;

Searching, worrying, wanting his mother’s hand.

Imagine! Can you? Have a love so brand new!

Imagine! A love, so dear, so pure only for me and you!! …

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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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