ExtasisA Poem by Ana B.And here it flows the unexpected virtue of ignorance - The perfect blight for the selected marks of my importance.
I am a fraud, and well I know it Yet greedily this beautiful drug Will mockingly acquit My mind’s bewildered epilogue.
And in my cemetery of splendor " I danced, I dreamed… I lived And night has kissed me soft and tender While the enemy of fate has agreed
To play me ‘’Reverie’’…
© 2016 Ana B.Author's Note
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