Poems by Xanthe

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  • When I was thirteen, I made a promise to
    the western wind, that I'd come back to her...

  • I guess I can say I've crossed one too many...
    realising too late that all this time, they were...

  • Puddles (4) 1

    I remember my first funeral:
    everyone was either wearing black or white...

  • You taught me of fire,
    mimicking its fury with limbs aloft...

  • I once found love buried deep
    within the greys and blacks outside...

  • Polished (9) 2

    I suppose I've been dreaming again
    of a possibility of another life...

  • I Dread (5) 2

    The day I relinquish the land
    I've called home, and the day after that...

  • I give in to the urge to pull away dry skin from...
    gazing blindly at trees, ermine-drenched...

  • I found the street in daylight,
    walked on its moss-throttled flagstone...

  • You, who trudges by the wearied
    path, do you not know of...

  • I remember
    a little house in Italy atop a sloping hill...

  • Not a poem. Just something I needed to write and...
    No need to comment or rate or read, actually...