You think from unknown author translated by Ann Wood
You think I don't hurt, do you?However, my soul is not full...
And here, on the left, something thumps at me...
And I must be very strong...
Not to miss you...
To be dead, but to be alive...
Let this empty world be nice...
If only you were happier...
And then I'll leave after me...
Only an empty memory will remain...
It will be dark every next day…
And the wind will blow forlornly...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-12-04 at 00:44
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