by Domenico Sottile   Sep 13, 2016

Day light is leaving us
and headlights already begin to appear
scattered on the highway
Waving my hand from the vehicle
I greet a girl
who offers me a sweet smile

The car navigates lightly
I put my thoughts
on reverse...

...And like a bird
after a flood
I desperately look
for the pieces of my nest
in order to rebuilt it

I feign speaking to someone better
Shall I receive forgiveness
or do I forgive myself?
Perhaps love is that miracle of each day
that goes unnoticed

Domenico Sottile


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