Tuesday, November 4, 2014


Dear Valeria,

When night falls
the branch of my heart’s fantasy grows
innocent of itself
Facing the sky
it flies upward, infinitely
(If my hand reached the moon
If the night bought my relief from a star
If the sun did not rise…
I would cover the city of night with lights
to gaze forever, star-drunk…)
Oh, my dreaming heart
you drown my days
in fantasy
How long will this old woman of a heart
move like a girl?


Nadia Anjuman

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