Anabella And My Writer's Block Poem by guillermo veloso

Anabella And My Writer's Block



Her life force
My indigent angels
Her sunshine
My moonlight
Her green step
My dark sleep
Her fresh flower
My blanched bones
And driftwood lies
Flowers in her pocket
And we go
The spinning sun while
Spring greens
This winter grey.

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