I saw an invisible woman by Ann WoodI saw an invisible woman
of the Shipka angle and fatigue.
selling rainbow trout,
since they were too full of people.
And I clearly looked like rain,
because it stretched me unconscious
hope of water, sesame and rye
and stumbled without asking for my vanity.
I saw her. And for a moment of surprise
pupils and became Hebrews.
She didn't remember much, very young
if people had looked at her.
For the first time, I wanted to speak
(on the Shipka corner and life)
with you, God. Simple. For people.
Don't be angry with people because
they would have been different if they had known
that, tucked away under the old poplars,
at the angle of Shipka and endlessly,
a woman sells halos.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-11-29 at 01:19
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