A sadnessA Poem by Ana B.Afresh the Dream
Fortress Has cut the world in
half… One bathed in gentle
softness The other one - a sinter
path.
Obstinate emptiness - hauntingly familiar
dismay… Each tomorrow envious Of the settled yesterday.
Floating salt
photographs Saying goodbye to a
world, Resting on the doorstep
epitaphs, Apricot morning undisturbed.
Unfitting in this world
now Like a laugh in the land
of tears… Got to cut a path anyhow
Through the forest of
fears
Until the Dream Fortress Will cut again.
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