The Stairs



My time is listening
to the steps under the door
they are growing
everywhere
they approach and move away for a while
I'm afraid I don't want to be alone
I'm once again a little girl
standing by the window and preview life
I see everything through the fog
there was always this curtain
between me and the world




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-12-02 at 12:14

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I feel that way too. I liked this.
2017-12-08