I am by Ann Wood
I'm quite ordinary, impersonaland indifferently walking around the world,
I don't stand out with anything in particular
from the gray throbbing crowd.
I got tired of life early
I was despondent of the vain human vanity
my soul is like an empty vase
with a bouquet of faded flowers.
I used to love too,
and maybe I was loved by someone
but it's so different today,
because I quickly grew old
I'm not waiting for anything in particular
and no more hope,
for me it's all over
and love and joy ....
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-08-18 at 15:58
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