Ringrazio Maria Massarella
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I know not what
Poetry is
Maybe it's the wind's whisper
that brushes me on passing
Or maybe it's the smile
I ever find
when gazing at the moon
Maybe it's the sound of the sea formal wears dressed in graduation occasion
that is music to my ear
Maybe it's just the moment
I find
All the words
I need not write
for they simply merge
To rise
as an
Emotion