Poems by Domenico Sottile

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  • It was not a death wish
    rather for respite a loud cry...

  • Have the living
    already died...

  • In the world of competition
    even the winner...

  • From the Latin word milit
    meaning soldier you see...

  • From the Latin word milit
    meaning soldier you see...

  • Like a grain of sand
    I’m looking at these mountains...

  • You call on me as in remembrance
    confused with champagne...

  • Home Town (2) 2

    After sixty years of missing my home town
    I returned there...

  • I am the poet who does not speak
    the silence that can't be comprehended...

  • During certain moments
    I know...

  • .
    If we could only get rid of...

  • When rain falls from the sky
    only then...