Poems from annie.haftl
peeking through the rows,
the spines and the sides facing you
in their orderly platoons:
tin soldiers arranged by innocent hands,
eager...
in the Summer I laid on the grass,
you see the spot, there? near the hill,
beside the daisies.
the fresh air of a clean breeze did blow,...
June 9th, 2012.
We were there, laying out in the warm sun,
beneath a happy baby blue sky.
A soft kind of breeze (always dreamt of
but never...
Engulfed, I am watching.
Twisting,
my heart, skittish, jumping,
Dancing.
Forlorn, I truly see
You… Me?
I’ll never be so free…
But, Oh! you...
We can be magic:
We hold this infinite power
To be, simply, great.
If we can yield it,
that power benefits the world.
If we can yield it...