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Why must the moon be woman
And wane her virtue at times?
Why can she bid sea’s tides
To mimic of hearts their sadness?
Solely on the..
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A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I"
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A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I"
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Such is the fate of tears,
To hinder the task of blinking
With hundreds of yellow lights,
Lanterns that quickly flicker
In the border of ..
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Aquamarine-made
You claim my eyes to be.
More towards blue than green
These portals of truth keep in
The sad fish of sacrifice.
Moist c..
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I wish the clouds to mask the sun
That gives my legs this urge to run.
Yes, reader, yes;
Light does rob the soul of calm.
Tired feet on th..
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In pain dwell fine,
Rose,
While the horror of your shunning
Displays evidence for stares
As dawn denies its caress
Upon your laboriou..
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At the moment youth is languid,
And it invites her to trust,
But awareness by far won,
Altering her balance wheel.
Her numbers remain era..
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A short poem from my collection "Women: Little Moments in Time"
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There is bittersweet agony
When cutting open a path
To live and write
To walk while loving another
With the freedom one loves art,
An..
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