Ellie belfiglio

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

“WHISPERING LIES”

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Ellie belfiglio

15977749_1386116624752015_8957826307129883689_n… Strange faces capture eyes-

In the lonely, far distance echoes byes.

Whispering lies…

… Drowning in the hollow tune,

Of the stars and moon,

Where all souls will be captured soon!

… The midnight roses bloom,

In the shadowy of gloom!

The screams of our souls loom;

Just won’t go, it is our dome…

… Lurks dull moon at sight…

Beyond light!

The sound of our souls’ fight;

While lost in Galaxy night!! …

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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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