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Your Tent of Dreams

by Anna Ruiz

Sometimes you walk into the night
with your eyes closed
and all you see is empty eyes
all around you

and you wonder
how to climb the mountain
with sunburned feet

you can hear the wind
your tent of dreams
you are ready to write
your last poem

but the pen you reach for
turns into a rose
and your mouth
bleeds like a stone.

Copyright © 2008 by Anna Ruiz

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