Annica Danielson Poems

I've pondered oft on the beauty of fall
The fantastic oranges, yellows and browns
Collected in mountains upon the ground
Where children leap for an autumnal ball
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How do you sleep when the sky is screaming?
How can you dream when the clouds are teeming
With water that beats on the outside wall
In torrents of great flooding waterfalls?
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Your body is a sanctuary
A renaissance-esque statuary
Crafted with detailed precision
The product of celestial vision
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