PerfidyA Poem by Ana B.
Life in its prime To taste on the tip of my tongue Need more salt and lime while the storm is still young.
It’s quite shady In my subatomic realm. In the cherry moon’s gravy I feel calm under its tide’s whelm
Infinitely judged by unqualified juries And my Virtue - a continual stammerer; And while Orestes is pursued by the Furies dear Sadness - smile for the camera.
© 2017 Ana B.Author's Note
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