Olimpia Sarb

Unrest - Poem by Olimpia Sarb

On remembering.
I was walking through
an orchard
overcrowded with plum,
apple and pear-trees.
With flowers blessing my ankle, too.
When suddenly I arrived.
I was descending
from a memory
into another thought.
Liable to gliding I was.
From the inward of my soul
into the orchard of my life.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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