A Poem by Ana B.

This shady world, with lines so blurry

Will end when the last word will be said.

When the last passage of this journey

Will be inevitably read.


And then, who will remember

The melting moon resting on the lake…

The maple rain that falls in September…

The flaming sun, always wide awake…


The crimson rose of a kiss

Brought by the dew as a gift…

Our breaths’ everlasting eclipse

In cardamom dreams slightly dipped…








© 2015 Ana B.

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Ana B.

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It's like a flower, when it raise and when it fell, both make us pleasant.
Beautiful creation dear friend.
Just fell in its depth.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Thank you my dear :)
The opening line is shut superb

This Shady world with lines so blurry

Just love that as the world is not just back and white it's is full for grey!!

Posted 2 Years Ago

Ana B.

2 Years Ago

:) Thanks girlie !
the last said, the last read...and then, just nature to look upon a planet empty of humans...and poetry left unwritten...and more poetry not read...left untouched one left to remember.

hauntingly beautiful...

Posted 2 Years Ago

Ana B.

2 Years Ago

Nothing is eternal.....well, perhaps only the memories...they always float in the space...thank you .. read more

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