In A Matter Of Minutes | Early Poems Poem by Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

In A Matter Of Minutes | Early Poems

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In a matter of minutes I am downcast and trodden;
My head is in a fog.
Shadow has come over me,
and I am weary.

My mind is sinking into quicksand.
The branches of trees are blowing in the wind,
and no one is near enough to see.

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Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

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