Ana, Anita, cigarette and smile,
Light coming in, hands long....
What a beauty, that pony,
pony tail...
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Very beautiful. If I could express the tone of my voice on the internet, here, It would sound much more life-filled than these words sound. They might sound like your poem: like the last stanza. 'the fields should be green by now'...
I like your unusual approach in So many steps give you a lot to think You got trapped in my things And appeared whenever I looked up at the sky. On the mountain top I liked your ending best of all. Ana, Anita, the fields should be green by now.