Kidnapped by the Passion

Raffaella Ferretti
Nov 3 · 1 min read

A poem

In a rock concert: person raised up by many hands.
In a rock concert: person raised up by many hands.
Photo by Johannes Havn from Pexels

There are music that take me, melt me, and

possess and embrace me,

while I die imbibed from their harmonies and melodies.

I fall in an angel flight into spaces of parallel universes,

bottomless abysses raise me up to throw me far …

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Raffaella Ferretti

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I passed 50, I am Italian, and I survived my coward cancer. Last year, I realized that my baggage was too heavy, in the need of some redimentioning.❤️POM❤️

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