Anniversary

The Day had not started yet

When You woke up in Terror

As a Deer who could not escape

From the Rush of the Final Hunter

A Tiny White Butterfly

Dances over the New Grass

You sent Her to console Me

On this Sad Anniversary

To the Unique and Irreplaceable One

Vera da Pozzo

Paris, 17th April A. D. MMXXVI

Poem above and photos below by me, as always.

(C) Vera da Pozzo

(C) Italy is Mine

(C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living