Dec17

Morning

Posted on December 17, 2019 by anna mosca

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I do not comb my hair

messed up by sleep nor

my thoughts tangled

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I don’t follow others’ words

my dreams hold me down

I stumble among slow steps

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Sumita Tah on December 18, 2019 at 3:37 am said:

‘Nor my thoughts tangled.’ Beautifully portrayed feelings.

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- anna mosca on December 18, 2019 at 8:03 am said:
  
  I appreciate your comment, thank you, happy you like the imagery…
  
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  - Sumita Tah on December 18, 2019 at 8:34 am said:
    
    🥰
    
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Andy Jukes on December 29, 2019 at 12:25 am said:

Excellent. Your poem has the dreamlike quality of emerging from sleep.

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- anna mosca on December 29, 2019 at 12:48 am said:
  
  Thank you Andy
  
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