The blood that courses
From someone else's marrow
Is not mine, not mine
Yet the veins accept it
The arteries too
My pulse quickens
My heart skips
Not so often — but frequent
I beat for no one, for nothing
For no one, for nothing
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
