Visual Alchemy

Maria Chiara Fagioli


When Ocean divides

in mellifluous borealis distortion

nobody knows my fallen lover

I’ve felt the loss.


May our endearing touch

throw into

mellow winds among pine needles.


So distant eyes contact,

indissoluble laces,

painting pastel remorses

Payne grey.

Candied clouds advance

covering the green distances

of transparencies.

If I will ever get back. Last night La4.

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