Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

Ellie belfiglio


Unreality lies waiting,

Just beyond the boundaries of my mind.

Not like a snake coiled to strike;

But like a fog, creeping, creeping,

Up from the friendly river bottom;

Where delightful tiny lives chirp and hop and hum…

A magic fog-

Hiding the words,

While letting you see each tree of bush or twig,

In its turn.

But the familiar landmark are hidden.

I might get lost.

So I only take a step,

Or two;

And then I step back;

And close the door!! …



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