A Poet, I Am Not. - Poem by Natshia Anastasia
I read and re-read all that you have
written. You words contine to comfort
me and lend affirmation to all that
I believe in.
Your name might be Italian, but I
swear, surely, you must be a
born again Russian Poet.
This will probably be my only
posting. I just wanted you to know
how your words continue to affect me.
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