Poems from Annette M Velasquez

A cold so cold that it's dangerous, loathsome a cold that permeates bone- is a harbinger of illness, of death even. - A freezing, shivering...
Lady, there, sipping cappuccino smelling sweetly of scented soap jasmine, coconut, lavender or vanilla. Are you the worldly sophisticate...
It lies beyond even the proverbial "heart" - though the heart is good it can be fickle... And it is not of the gut though the word "gutsy"...
Autumn, season of my birth, season of golden- hued leaves some are crimson or russet, crinckled and fallen... These leaves and leavings...
An indwelling force ancient as humanity a need to cull from our environment depictions. It is a bringing forth, the urge to beautify and...

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