Anita Wisniewska Poems

They sit in silent rows

Forgotten December roses
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There's a moon that's shining

Shining beyond the night
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White on green

Or is it green on white?
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Easter.

Time
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I look at the tiny
Patch of sky
That reminds me of
The wide spaces I used to know
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I am an island

I float on the ocean
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Early morning garden

Massed ramparts of flowers
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Sad words

Sad eyes
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Spring

Runs riot
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Early morning moon
Wet trees drip
A dark bird flies
Across November sky
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