Life and poetry
poetry
warped scraps of reality
raised on summits of thoughts
dressed into forms perfect less or more
to amuse, to believe, to feel, to penetrate furtively
into this what we call an existence
life
Is just this what flows
among one and the second line
Written by Anna Cellmer
Poetry by anna3
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Written on 2007-01-15 at 11:27
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