Do not by Stanka Parusheva traslated by Ann Wood
Do not turn the miracle into bread.The traveler does not stop.
You honor the ant as a brother.
Your soul fill with mercy.
Time is crazy flying.
Days and nights in a ball merge.
If you can catch a little.
Hungry food does not choose.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-12-12 at 07:55
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