fleeing shadow is afraid of loneliness
looking for heat
purrs in the arms of mother

on the run loses clues
confuses dates and time
twist numbers
in the waiting room of life

in the ball of memories
intently weaves each day
as if it were the last

Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2018-12-18 at 09:44

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