In A Matter Of Minutes | Early Poems Poem by Ana Maria Alma Delafuente
In A Matter Of Minutes | Early Poems
Rating: ★5.0
In a matter of minutes I am downcast and trodden;
My head is in a fog.
Shadow has come over me,
and I am weary.
My mind is sinking into quicksand.
The branches of trees are blowing in the wind,
and no one is near enough to see.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,fog
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