AfternoonA Poem by Ana B.You can have those mountains I gathered On your doorstep, they’re all yours… Because now my heart is flattered And dreamy like Sting’s ‘’Desert Rose’’
A silent here, a noisy there To melt the fortress around my heart That compelling music sounding somewhere Where this strange storm cannot wait to start…
So come sit here with me, And guess the color of the rain One hand resting on my knee The other stroking my hair…again and again…
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