A chain of
shadows hold us tight, apart.
As I keep
my dreams secret, letting them grow like pearls inside: rounding them to a
shine.
You accept
to love me provided I prove my nothingness, like fireworks in
daylight.
Hovering at
the edge of a question that might break us apart, but it keeps falling out of syntax.
And as I
look into your eyes, the seconds regain their orderly rhythm, the moment passes.
We laugh and kiss once more.
Snippest from out of "The Story of the Lost Child" by Elena Ferrante, joined together into a poem.
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