BrushesA Poem by Ana B.The
skin of the night…dark shades it has A
short remedy for my social allergy; A
moon shaped dream that smells of jazz While
thoughts perform the dance of anarchy.
And
there is war around every corner Between
egos and vanities… Sincerity
could be the armor Yet
I still hide in my castle of fantasies…
I
gaze into your silent amber and I know Your
time is not the same as mine. Yet
how stunning those ghostly seconds aglow While
hearts play their pantomime
Yet still, Gifting
resplendent paintings To
this watercolor universe
© 2017 Ana B.Author's NoteReviews
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