Anita John Poems

Can anything ever compare
To the loss of innocence
Of a child born into the world
With nothing but that very nature
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Rain may lash against the window...
A storm may be brewing outside the door.. and yet
No, not a tear will spill over, nor a single wail rise...
Head may be teeming with formless words...
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Oh this treacherous longing
Of wanting to wrap you around me
Like poison ivy winding up
Where once grew grape-vines so sweet…
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