DepthA Poem by Ana B.This shady world, with lines so blurry Will end when the last word will be said. When the last passage of this journey Will be inevitably read.
And then, who will remember The melting moon resting on the lake… The maple rain that falls in September… The flaming sun, always wide awake…
The crimson rose of a kiss Brought by the dew as a gift… Our breaths’ everlasting eclipse In cardamom dreams slightly dipped…
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