*
.
I had the feeling
I had been lost at sea
just for a few weeks
.
if weeks count as
years having no sweet
food or drink just
.
overcoming the waves
withstand the wind patience
unfolded under the sun
.
one morning – passing by
a mirror – not able to
recognize myself
.
.
annamosca 
Fantastic! Dusty warm California dream.
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Good stuff Anna, penetrated me internally. Thank you!
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I like your poetry Anna, it’s soothing. Thanks for stopping by vsvevg again, paz, Abby
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one morning – passing by
a mirror – not able to
recognize myself
These lines stuck with me.
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Being lost real or imagined can be dangerous or an opportunity for new discoveries.
Happy New Year Anna.
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Dear Anna,
I really enjoy reading your poems. They’re easy to read and comprehend.
This poem, for instance, reminds me of Tom Hank’s movie – Cast Away.
Tempestuous experiences do change us. We go through them and never come out the same.
Nicely done.
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A journey of self discovery. Well written
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