Don’t cry Anny


It’s not


It’s water


White is the moon , dead at my window

It’s too cold outside

Even for her


It’s not tears

I don’t cry but in my pale dreams

I didn’t want to


But knew worse would be

To leave


It’s not


It’s water

One never knows

How things

end up

  • Author: Anny (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2022 05:09
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 14


  • L. B. Mek

    intriguing, thanks for sharing

  • Rocky Lagou

    A lot of emotions and a lot of venting. Hope everything's alright.

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