Mirella Ionta

Mirella Ionta is currently studying languages at Condordia University in Montreal, Canada. Proficient in three languages, her English articles have appeared in many alternative magazines and newspapers worldwide.


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	When the demon took its leave by Mirella Ionta When the demon took its leavea smirk befell the face and a voice squealed like rusted wheels; At the point of the highest pitchit did not fall off cliffslike morbid men
	Thief of Time by Mirella Ionta The poet contemplates the effects of Jesus\' passion on the measurement of time. She reflects on her own life, before this serious contemplation and embracing of Western history\'s most important event, and how her own concept of time changes a
	Love lies dark in deep spring by Mirella Ionta Love lies dark in deep spring Limp doves take up the sky when lights go dim Rain drops like tears where no bees sting Love lies dead in dumb dread when no birds sing.Restive to woo is a bomb dropped coldDe

	The same place where unfallen angels dwell by Mirella Ionta The same place where unfallen angels dwell The redeemed rejoice in their divine worth*
	If It Begins to Roll of Its Own Accord by Mirella Ionta If It Begins to Roll of Its Own AccordIf it begins to roll of its own accord,The rock that kept a grave alive;The drunk word that was sold to the world as sword; The sun that shone when darkness was set to st
	When Spiritual Chaos Begets Political Unity: How Freemasonry United Italy by Mirella Ionta With structures that have accommodated masonic activities still standing today in major cities in the Western World, we are often reminded of the existence of a secret society that is believed to have controlled the political and financial e
	May the light that never grows dim within become starry night by Mirella Ionta May the light that never grows dim within become starry night Like a steady moon in a windless sky. The
	Memoria, make clear by God's Speed by Mirella Ionta Where art the stairs Augustine scaled To find a vast field of memory? Inside spaces of ancient Rome where moods of one time store repertum? As property of mind and soul Memoria holds sorrows of yore and
	For you, noble, gentle heart by Mirella Ionta For you, noble, gentle heart Whose mandate of love God grants to award the value of Light.If damned spirits have pranced on impaired piety which long has taken the face of Fright,Seek not dead beauty and art
	Because the premise from which Love begins to argue its truth by Mirella Ionta
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