Illness In The Day Of The Valentine`s - (Cycle - Poetry For My Friends) Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

Influenza is collecting its crop,
Fever isn't leaving
The nightmare became reality
I am dreaming of places

Where I never was,
And not I will be also
Only are imaginings
Under the influence of illness

I see too much,
And I have dark image
It is becoming vexing
Eyelids are heavy as the curtain

I am trying to expose
It without success
Is puzzling me where from comes
Monotonous buzzing of bees

Or other insects
I am not able to distinguish
It is, are like
Unapologetic thoughts

New shivers are running
Through the too hot body
I am dreaming about
'Valentine`s for my heart'

from you,
an you are in my
imaginatione
always only by me

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(for SM)