Marlena Culi

There has once been told a story That from far away seems to come None does remember, truly that day But many elders remember it vaguely, The story tells us of a man So pure hearted and yet so

Hello there, bye there My words slowly fade away, Written on a piece of paper, Torn. On a piece of wormwood Shattered by time! Could I write on the sky? Carried away by the wind, If I’d try

Should it be called a sin? Be calling it imperative. Past tense was yelling in supremacy Shall it be more than beauty? I shall not write in history Nor should you make it in. For grater men

I try and fight So stand my ground To fall and might Just make it forgot. Pretty flowers, singing birds Poetry and I love you Bringing memories of stories. My child be free. I have not