day vi: Anna Akhmatova

today I am in disguise. I don’t claim these words as mine, but rather im in aw reading them so m gonna share them

“I’ve written down the words

That I’ve not dared to speak.

My body’s strangely dumb.

Dully my head beats.

The horn cries have died.

The heart’s still confused.

On the croquet lawn, light

Autumn snowflakes fused.

Let the last leaves rustle!

Let last thoughts torment!

I don’t wish to trouble

Those used to happiness.

I forgive those lips, eyes

Of yours, their cruel jest…

Oh, tomorrow we’ll ride

That first wintry sledge.

Drawing-room candles will glow

More tenderly in the day.

Of conservatory roses,

I’ll bring a whole bouquet.

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Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.

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