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Jul 2016


the sun rests
on my hair on a
winter afternoon

hours fleeting
rushing into the
calm evening

not daring to
go inside subtracting
myself from grace

I keep my head down
bowed as I write between
letters my emotions
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This poem is part of the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01
Anna Mosca
Written by
Anna Mosca  Palm Springs, CA - Milano
(Palm Springs, CA - Milano)   
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