Hold Me…

My tears are the water of the Moon, dry sponge of emotions that kills all hope.

Darkness descends, enveloping space.

Love dies.

All is lost.

And I rest wounded, struggling to live, hands clutching for preservation…

Bitter, the frost comes burying my soul, once so promising and now laying in ragged tatters.

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About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

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