My soul by Ann Wood

I gave out of my soul
pieces of love, faith, light
but now that I'm deserted,
I started saving more.

It hurts me today for every bit
wasted-in vain ....
the treachery is very friendly,
I carry my human wounds,
and the signs of them to remind me
not to repeat naive, old mistakes

The soul, always the most expensive,
distribute modestly from her,
not everyone can keep her responsible ...




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Written on 2019-11-21 at 23:15

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