Ellie belfiglio

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


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The color of…

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Ellie belfiglio

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The color of moon, red!

The color of wind, earthly!

The color of you, Persian!

Where are you from?

My heart from now on-

in muddy water disappears!

I hear a boring sound.

The Caspian Sea disappears!

Tehran snow, no more!

Can anyone in another place,

Scream the fate of her home?

Where am I from?? …

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The only one to be

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One eternal day,

The sky was pitch gray,

And dark! Not a sound to be heard;

Nor a word to be said.

Loneliness crept upon the only one-

to be, but she was gone.

The only one to be, had thought,

The thought of life she sought.

She made a thousand crystal ball,

To support all her life of scowl.

She made this life to be,

Like the only one she did see;

In which to see herself in a good deed,

Good thought, to her, she plead!

She was no longer the one to be,

Like the only one she does see!! …7ac0210f81dbc3301c633df4db837ff6

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Sun’s daughter

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Ellie belfiglio

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Behind the secret of night,

The sun’s daughter with delight,

Knits a skirt of golden sight…

The black bells scowl;

And toll for the death of fowl,

The thoughtful fowl!!

“Sun’s streams sorrowfully are red.”

The cold blood of sun,

In night’s veins run;

Tragically, deceitfully with no fun!

And behind the secret of night,

The daughter of sun still with delight,

Knits the skirt of golden sight!! …

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“PRISON CAGE”

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Do I rest among flowers and stars,

Or in a big square?

Where my first memory of growing up

Is buried!

Each night, instead of stars and moon

The words that storm has scattered

Fly out in my imaginary soul.

The moonlight gives light to the words

But the words are in a prison cage!

Calm never finds them in living!

They never been released from prison cage!! …

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