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.

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