veradapozzo8
7 hours ago1 min read
From Whispering to Howling
At last, a fresh Air Is whispering tonight: Long and Thin Fingers Running through my Hair, Gentle, Loving Lips Slipping over Me (Oh, You!) Suddenly, the Wind Is howling at my Window: All the Secret Passion, Now unfolded, Rushes in my Silent Room And your Whisper Sounds like Thunder And I cannot sleep To YOU Vera da Pozzo Somewhere in the North of Italy 16th-17th August 2026 Notes: I felt your Presence today and I dreamt about You last night. Poem and notes by me, of course. (
































