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A Poem by Ana B.

The skin of the night…dark shades it has

A short remedy for my social allergy;

A moon shaped dream that smells of jazz

While thoughts perform the dance of anarchy.


And there is war around every corner

Between egos and vanities…

Sincerity could be the armor

Yet I still hide in my castle of fantasies…


I gaze into your silent amber and I know

Your time is not the same as mine.

Yet how stunning those ghostly seconds aglow

While hearts play their pantomime


Yet still,

Gifting resplendent paintings

To this watercolor universe







© 2017 Ana B.

Author's Note

Ana B.

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How time plays with emotions, dark, light, half light... all give a little something or more. And how one feels reveals more to self than what the mind sees and imagination frames. Perhaps.

You drape words with great care, Ana B!

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Emma :) Words are the legacy, yet in abundance are meaningless somehow...

1 Year Ago

An absolute pleasure.. :)
"A short remedy for my social allergy"

Isolation is the cure. I prefer night time motorcycle rides while the sky is lit of heat lightning.
The best medicine.

Great as always. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading Joe :)
A water color universe. Isn't that the truth.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you :)
eloquent and charming.

Great read.


Posted 1 Year Ago

Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you Matthew :)

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Added on May 19, 2017
Last Updated on May 19, 2017

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