Best Anaemic Poems

The urge to travel,
to spread your wings and fly away,
never rooted to one spot.
never spotted on  a route.
signpost now defunct,
map a feeble pointer,
direction only by one’s nose.
Intuition in ascendence,
as day and night blur anaemic edges.
Fleet of foot dream chaser,
never-ending sequence,
is chaotically just that.
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