May 8, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Giuseppe Milo photo



Eeva Maria Al-Khazaali




The Last Memory



The ocean looks staged

and the moonlight, the butterflies sleep

and men under the bridges.

No black emptiness

opens when

a sailing boat is swimming in the ocean blue.


The shadows of the morning bend over your chin from the open window,

the stars have names and so do people. Something in me stops

when I come to the city in the pouring rain, the face of a lover

the last memory of the day.






Eeva Maria Al-Khazaali

Eeva Maria Al-Khazaali is a European poet living for feminism, freedom and film.

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