*
sight lowering
.
it comes as a milky cloth
twenty-four or thirty-six hours and I
.
live of something else I do not fight
I feel I smell and each hour has its taste
.
slow and sweet of who is blinded by white
of who doesn’t know yet believes that
.
this time too I will ride up the blood
to look outside once more
.
.
annamosca 
beautiful ..I liked it 🙂 thanks for sharing
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you are welcome Monalisa… I like your name 🙂
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oh thank you dear ..Anna 🙂
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Reblogged this on Emberyn's Collection of Neat Stuff.
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Thank you! I appreciate this 🙂
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I feel, Anna, that I have just experienced a quantum entanglement. I have just posted a poem “Feeling” to my site and decided to pay you a visit. To my surprise, or maybe not, your beautiful poem is about feeling as well. Thank you so much for sharing it. Warmest regards – Alina 🙂
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Glad for the connection, isn’t that magic so gratifing? 🙂
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I really enjoy your work in California notebooks 2013. One of my favorite phrases is:
“This time too I will ride up the blood to look outside once more”
I don’t think I know what adjective would really convey how it makes me feel but I love the way that it gives flesh and heated blood to a spiritual experience with which I am familiar.
Alex
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Alex this was a wonderful feedback, so glad it resonates within you, thank you!
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Incredible!
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Thank you Stephanie! 🙂
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