What Am I? poetry by Martina Rimbaldo at Spillwords.com
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What Am I?

What Am I?

written by: Martina Rimbaldo



What am I?

Nothing … it is subdued down to the circular trail of dried ink that remains unused in the old fountain pen … laid in the concealment of the massive, dusty antique table drawer located in the forgotten museum …Only spiders call it home, performing stunts, hanging from their transparent thin nets.

I imagine … to become something better …

I dream … that at least one tiny trail for the future generations from me, on this common planet remains.

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