Poems by Anya

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  • What is the grief that we have yet to know?
    For there will come a day when our mothers will...

  • You may always take my hands to lead me to your
    lands...

  • Of all the stars that God has shown
    Throughout my many lives...

  • Trust, is sleeping in the back seat of the car...
    Love, is your mother cutting an apple and giving...

  • I never cared for summer days
    Nor winter snow and sleet...

  • With beauty herself draped in your word
    Sounding the veins of any who heard...

  • The body vanished
    The soul continues to march...

  • Trumpets (2) 2

    Sounds of coarse disdain
    This man stands on baseless words...

  • I will try to love as you
    Walk in every shoe...

  • This smile no longer reaches my eyes
    For it has become the perfect guise...

  • Why do you stay at the end of my gaze
    That woman whom even gods praise...

  • I’ve been to an island of thieves
    Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...