Anabella In Progress Poem by guillermo veloso

Anabella In Progress



Her words form
Softly at first, missing a brick or two
But I see the frame
Her eyes come past a corner
Hissing and sharp
They carry meaning
Her hair has the feel of
An untamed ocean
Wild wind whipped and free
And her face
I see her now
There she is! !
Now I dream of its arc

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