Anat Ghelber
Some people call me Ana

Random Poem

A Love That’s Lost

His appearance was altered when he was wearing a mask. He was with a different girl.  In his eyes, I was camouflaged. Like a lizard, I blended in.  His look faded.  The past has made its way to Neverland. There he was, in action. As I crossed the street, I felt my bare feet again in the boat. But this time, I was in the vast ocean sinking, and he was in a different world celebrating.

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