No paperbackA Poem by Ana B.Place
that last apple In
my basket of selfishness… And
if life is based on example Then
our hearts are still directionless
These
hues of the ground Play
in tidal fever… In
lethargy I am forever bound In
night, with this life going shiver
My
heart is stubborn Like
a nemesis on his last mission It
may be now summer Yet
I’m stuck in my winter’s limited edition…
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