Reflections in a pool of water
bring heaven down to earth,
Fragments of blue sky
hover over cobblestones.
Dark walls of a building
sink down upside down,
annihilating tangible reality.
A patchwork quilt of paving stones
reflects the luminescent light of day,
frames that topsy turvy world
where what is real
merges with illusion.
Erika Bizzarri 
Lovely poem, great foto, and a sobering insight— reality, illusion, the distinction ultimately indiscernible, unknowable? Is that truth what the liars rely on to peddle their lies? Signorelli saw it all… Sending love and hugs, margaret
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Erika Your reading is as lovely as the poem! What a voice you have!
All my love James
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Erika, beautiful, your poems and stories always bring me joy. A friend of ours David Zarko gave me a link to your stories and i read them almost every day. Thank you. You are a gift.
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