To Van Gogh by Ann Wood
To Van GoghWhether the anger lies inside me
or am I hiding in it?
I don't know, but he holds me captive
and makes my ego strong.
The hand runs alone
and swings things.
Me too, drawing at home
and fills with loneliness.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-31 at 21:00
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