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My little secret

My little secret

Von: Marcella Boccia
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 My Little Secret is a profound collection of 170 poems by Marcella Boccia, a poet whose voice resonates with the complexities of the human experience. Blending the lyrical elegance of Yeats with the introspective depth of Leopardi, Marcella crafts a tapestry of words that explore the mystery of life and the hidden truths that dwell within each of us.In this evocative anthology, the poet delves into themes of love, loss, identity, and the unspoken secrets that shape our essence. Each poem serves as a window into her soul, revealing the intimate struggles of a borderline existence—where light meets shadow and vulnerability intertwines with strength. Through haunting imagery and poignant reflections, Marcella invites readers to embark on a journey of self-discovery, encouraging them to confront their own hidden truths.My Little Secret is not just a collection of poems; it is an exploration of the delicate balance between what is revealed and what remains concealed. With every verse, Marcella speaks to the universal experiences of longing and introspection, urging readers to find solace in the shared nature of their secrets. This collection is a testament to the power of poetry as a means of connection, healing, and understanding the complexities of the human heart.Join Marcella Boccia as she guides you through the labyrinth of emotions and unearths the beauty that lies within the mystery of existence.Copyright Marcella Boccia Kunst
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  • The language of crows (Marcella Boccia)

    The language of crows (Marcella Boccia)
    Feb 20 2025
    The language of crows (Marcella Boccia)

    They gather where the twilight fades,
    black scribes upon the weary sky,
    their voices stitched in broken shades,
    a riddle sung, a last goodbye.
    I hear them whisper, sharp and low,
    in tones no lips have ever learned,
    a tongue of sorrow, born of woe,
    where every sound is lost, then burned.
    They call to me, they chant my name,
    as if they know the things I hide,
    the secrets buried, burned in shame,
    the silent grief I keep inside.
    Yet still I listen, still I wait,
    for words I’ll never understand—
    a fate foretold, a sealed fate,
    scratched in the dust by feathered hand.
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    1 Min.
  • Ghosts in my veins (Marcella Boccia)

    Ghosts in my veins (Marcella Boccia)
    Feb 20 2025
    Ghosts in my veins (Marcella Boccia)

    They move like whispers through my blood,
    soft specters spun from loss and lore,
    a fleeting chill, a crimson flood,
    the echoes of what came before.
    They hum in pulses, dark and deep,
    old voices buried in my skin,
    they stir in dreams, they wake in sleep,
    they call me back, they pull me in.
    No priest can bless, no fire can burn,
    no love can hush their sad refrains—
    for I was born, and I will turn
    to dust with ghosts still in my veins.
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    1 Min.
  • The door I never opened (Marcella Boccia)

    The door I never opened (Marcella Boccia)
    Feb 20 2025
    The door I never opened (Marcella Boccia)

    I traced its edges in the night,
    where dust and silence intertwined,
    a threshold bathed in silver light,
    a passage locked inside my mind.
    My fingers lingered on the grain,
    a trembling thought, a breath held tight,
    behind it—shadows called my name,
    but I stepped back, escaped their sight.
    Some doors, once touched, will not forget,
    some truths, once known, will twist and bend—
    so I walked on, though still I fret
    for all I lost, for what won’t end.
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    1 Min.
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