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A Poem by Anna
They made the "House of God" sound trite on the ear;not at all like thunder reverberating through the storm.The rain quivering in the haunting of its ..
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A Poem by Anna
The static is overwhelming.I want the noise of the radioto quiet all my peskybetween-station thoughts.I hate the late night lightsoutside in the winte..
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A Poem by Anna
They talk about the color of his sun-tinted spring tresses,the light and warmth that traverses his royal-born veins;in which flows crimson blood from ..
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A Poem by Anna
Space is cold and empty like a winter's cemetery,stars are an illusion created by dreams and memory.The cosmos are full of this vast open nothing,and ..
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A Poem by Anna
Does Sunday lose its meaning when the endless summer ends?The day that only holds importance when the sun has gone away;it erodes the feeling of dayli..
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A Poem by Anna
I am counting minutes till I can count hours-counting seconds and sips of cheap coffee.I rush to count raindrops and snowflakes-counting soap bubbles ..
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A Poem by Anna
The forests comewalking, forgettingwith me.(Ich leibe dich, mein Herr.Ich leibe, mein Herr.Weiß Herr.)Ich bin vergessen-eine Frau.The forests co..
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A Poem by Anna
Lightning traces the greying marble sky,leaving a trail to remind me of December.Eins, zwei, drei; blau Mutter.Thunder rises in an outrageous applause..
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A Poem by Anna
Demons don't come to meon dark and stormy nights,they don't haunt me in my dreamsor whisper in my ear.They don't stare me downfrom dimly lit street co..
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A Poem by Anna
I am drawn nightly to the frothy grain-scattered seashoreto eye the tide as it glides with the wind to meet my ankles.The stars in the water's surface..
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