Borders-Iv Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Borders-Iv



Beneath the insomnia of a candle
I stare at the photographs of my thoughts:
The voyage of solitude, never really out-fashioned,
A little day in black and white.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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