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432 · Dec 2016
Persepolis
Ana Leal Dec 2016
I'm as young as I'll ever be
yet I feel senile
as if I was an ancient ruin -
full of mysteries and longing
but that could, at any moment,
crumble.
335 · Dec 2016
haiku
Ana Leal Dec 2016
a soft breeze blows
rooftops bathed in moonlight
i take a deep breath.
273 · Dec 2016
haiku
Ana Leal Dec 2016
in blissful solitude
i sit in silence, breathing
with my eyes closed
237 · Dec 2016
sonnet for an absent friend
Ana Leal Dec 2016
my dear, you've left so early
and i couldn't say good-bye
i know it was your own journey -
but you never learned to fly.

and i knew of your demons, i worried
and it hurt me, to see you cry
my flightless bird, in soil buried
forgive me, i've no courage to stop by.

*(i miss you quite terribly.)

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