Mar13

To The End

Posted on March 13, 2018 by anna mosca

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we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs

jump for joy

the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out

slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars

he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender

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Squashy Moss on March 13, 2018 at 9:20 am said:

It feels like I walked with you

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- anna mosca on March 13, 2018 at 9:23 am said:
  
  this is a nice comment, thank you for walking with me
  
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  - Squashy Moss on March 13, 2018 at 9:25 am said:
    
    It was a pleasure
    
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Jay Kaushal on March 13, 2018 at 10:59 am said:

Beautiful!… As always.

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- anna mosca on March 13, 2018 at 1:55 pm said:
  
  Thank you Jay 😊
  
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Antonio on March 13, 2018 at 11:20 pm said:

Reblogged this on Lo sparviero -rivista futura di poesia e cultura-.

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- anna mosca on March 14, 2018 at 10:59 am said:
  
  Thank you 🙏
  
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mihrank on March 14, 2018 at 1:10 am said:

“At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.”

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- anna mosca on March 14, 2018 at 6:54 am said:
  
  nice attitude in life 😊
  
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