A dayA Poem by Ana B.And
once more, the Sun shines, Carefully
arranging my dream in 10 preludes Gifting
wings to a ruminative mind And
substance to those bohemian moods…
Escaped
again From
this psychological earthquake So
habitual in this land of man That
is unceasingly eager to partake
In
foreign fantasies. What
else is new though… Always
fond of tragedies Those quaint souls aglow…
…
I wonder how long have I stayed In
this lovely, transcendental rain… 10
preludes till that dream will fade And
once more, the Moon will shine again.
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Added on January 28, 2017Last Updated on June 13, 2017 |