‚Once my cares were far
Away
Yes.
Once my cares were far
Away
Now my love has gone
From me
And misery is in my heart
To stay.
Ana’s children song came
To her mind instantly
As Z stayed with her
His head buried in her
Warm lap.
Once a wondrous feeling
Of lying in the lap of
Paradise’s forecourt.
He has been eaten up by
Her Lotus-eater’s sensual
Excitement – sweet Anne –
Not happened to her for
The last seventeen years
Of married life.
Out of the artistic scene
AZZA-Isle emerged
Born from the foam of
The Med
Confirmed as poets with
Exchanges of their white
Blood
Great expectations for
Poetry.
For the arts
Began to take shape
In her lover’s mind and
Heart.
AZZA.AZZA
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ZJG-POetry’19.