Din Don Dan
Ruined by pain
I dive into thought
I process
repressed feelings
In the attic
I brush dust from the heart
Abandoned to infinite wandering
I return to dwell in myself
From deep sleep
I emerge—
like a worm from the apple
I no longer wait
for the tolling of the little bells
“I believe in fairies”
Din Don Dan
At last I am
Dreams of gold…
Giovanna Raffi
March 18, 2025