Mocking longingA Poem by Ana B.Silent is the moonlight by my side, While I’m writing down my sins. She’s got an ancient voice - my pride Yet can’t help going in for the last rinse
Because time is running dry. Will we ever stop longing for wider suns… With venomous words… so eager to petrify Those hearts that were so pure once.
And I’m still looking for fissures Somewhere in those sketches of fate, Satiated of those love-wishers Who excelled to imitate so great
What the architect of mind has hidden.
© 2017 Ana B.Author's NoteReviews
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