Dream
written by: Anna Banasiak
white horses jumped
from the black thoughts
closed
in the open window
they rush play
grow in a dream
sharp words
fall into memory
wound
outside the existence
white horses
run
helpless
in infinity
Anna Banasiak
I'm a poet, literary critic and occupational therapist. My poems have been published in New York, London, Surrey, Australia, Canada, India, Africa, Japan, Israel. I'm interested in art and psychology.
Latest posts by Anna Banasiak (see all)
- Mother’s Hands - January 25, 2019
- Dream - November 24, 2018
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