Anita Atina Poems

When the flame burns low

We must be mindful
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In the space between breath, the quiet moments
Our love just is
Not captured, by what was prior or what comes next
Not weighed down, by expectations of the future
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Remembering takes us over,

A path we once trod, but need to feel again.
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Not time
Nor tide
Not even life
Nothing lasts forever
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Another day awakens
Shade my eyes, laden with unshed tears
Against the harsh glare
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Pain and pleasure
Void and the fullness
Anger and joy
Discordant notes and harmony
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We all have bruises and hurts

Some cut in deeper than the rest
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Many moons have passed
She’s been dead and buried
A dusty unmarked grave
Is all that's left of this warrior woman!
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The ability to look at things as they are

Without the distraction of a fairy tale romance
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I often wonder what it would be like

To look into your eyes
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