Every day a painful fight,
Praying for dawn to heal the night.
Hope surrenders in this endless night,
Where stars refuse to gleam.
Morning's peace remains a distant feat.
Paolo Driussi
domenica 18 febbraio 2024
IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY
Time is fleeting
So are your memories
It seems like yesterday
Now everything feels so hollow
Oh, where did you go?
Please don't forget me.
Paolo Driussi
sabato 17 febbraio 2024
FEBRUARY SNOW
Not ready to leave the recently born memories,
I let the silence fill the room and it becomes a song.
This room is filled with the whispers of snow upon the sill,
unspoken words and a kiss that still melts inside me.
