Ellie belfiglio

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

“ROSES IN THE RAIN”

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THE UNPREDICTABLE

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My heart is faintly beating, slowly beating,

—– And the greeting-

Of each new day is but a task that I at dawn-

Take up anew.

And I wonder onward lonely, growing weary,

And more lonely.

Since fate must ever lead an empty road-

Away from you.

The road winds on before me, it would lure me;

And would tempt me.

But my heart shall never listen and it-

Calls to me in vain.

For your love is ever with me, ever comforting,

And guiding.

And the memories of your sweetness are-

My roses in the rain!! …

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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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