Crazy by Ann Wood
CrazyTrue, it exists
madness in all people.
So the heart goes crazy,
that he does not remember fatigue.
The most dangerous is ominously insane;
they also harm the universe.
Dandruff in the head black butterflies-
the antenna is interrupted for good.
Others are hatefully crazy-
they hate everything- even.
The delusion is growing every day,
that the world is hated, right?
Scary Crazy kills people-
young, old, even children.
They do not remember the fatigue in themselves.
Masks hide their faces.
There is also a wonderful eternally crazy-
the people on the brush and the pen.
Butterflies roam around their heads.
They are good ambassadors.
There are crazy things that make us rich
of creativity, ideas, thoughts.
Without serving the horned,
those publishers are clean.
The madness that robs people
is dangerous, sneaky and insidious.
We must fight it daily
in the gym, cinema, and winery.
Where am I in this roundabout?
Who can tell me ...
But I like the purple sky.
I'm even in love with the sun.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-31 at 21:04
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