poems by rosanna bazzano

01.04.21 Holy thursday,Christ washes the feet of the apostles.Of my faith at the momentonly the desire to believe remains.Not even the words of a prayerthey get caught on my tonguenot a single shred of courageto keep hoping. From this not knowing how to believethe discomfort of being so alone in the world arises,so themselves, without God,without useless tears to cry,without […]

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