The Art OF Flying

I am a dragonfly
a cone in the dog's mouth
I always wanted to
be higher than dreams
dark glasses
birds insects
everything becomes one
as air
and light
in dead space

back home

Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2019-08-29 at 16:04

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