Sep8

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it scorches my skin

the summer heat

a violent grab

I pull away

under

the shade

of wise trees

protected

not scolded

.

.

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About anna mosca

Artist, poet, photographer, reader, lover, walker, traveler. Feeling in wilderness. Been writing lots of poetry, taking less pictures, teaching a whole lot, traveling less than usual, loving more than allowed, riding public city bikes and not planes, puzzled over paintings. Beside all those forms I am.

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