Without My Anthi

I would wither waste and wane

Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash
Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash

Without my Anthi I would wither waste and wane
If not physically then surely in my brain
Anthi provides with love all I could need and want
Even past tribulations have halted to haunt
I could never cease to pronounce her pretty name
Anthi is both the fire within and my soul’s flame
She is flowers in Greek and my love in all tongues
Anthi commands my chest and permeates my lungs
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Patrick M. Ohana

Patrick M. Ohana

Medical writer who reads & writes fiction & some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. https://patrick-m-ohana.anthi-and-m.com

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