Poems by Ana Vidovic

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  • We were both a part of that tide
    The one that swept past you and across the ocean...

  • Sanity was not an option.
    In her mind, the line of woe, had been crossed far...

  • In this somber home I call my own,
    drab ceilings paint shades of grey into my soul...

  • I beg to differ.
    Yet beauty stabs me, immortalizes me with one shot...

  • Thou art carved your visage into my head
    And painted it so perfectly into my heart...