ScintillaA Poem by Ana B.Like fallen leaves caressed by the autumn wind Lie down on the loving loam, I crave that lavender kiss of the redeemed That’ll subdue my despair’s screeching moan… Oh, how I love to cling, unsure yet habitually To the nostalgia that doesn’t belong to me, To the shadows of my soul…that elegant banditry, Blaming it on moral bankruptcy…how true it must be… And what is a truth in a city of lies? A vague mirage, a miracle in disguise? I am not sure if I want to know… I’ll just keep swimming nice, steady and slow Through the mountains of ashes Where I smoked my dreams away… Hoping I am a phoenix. © 2019 Ana B.Author's NoteReviews
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