In 17 years
True carbon copy
Of her mother
And father
Built of delectable notes
Of blackberries
Warmth radiating pine cones
Mossy bergamot
And honeyed linden trees
Walking in the steps of subtle
Yet insisting
Bells
Of Oleggio
Deep down in those delicate features
The portraits of her grandmothers
Vera and Rosella
Grandfathers
Oreste and Pierre Antonio
Keep breathing
Growing towards the light
To be seen
One more time
In a way that of a lotus flower
Nesting the faithful
Dragonflies
In rich Burgundy
Sky
Turquoise and Emerald Green
Of one Ephemeral pond
Eye of the Darkness 
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