Talking with clouds by Ann WoodTalking with clouds
I lost in the cloud of clouds,
heavy, gray-white hoods ...
How do I want them to cling to their arms,
and sink into their softness.
As cottonsees unevenly arranged-
in a pound bag,
I see the veins transparent to your hearts,
and with your soul I touch your souls ...
I am only soul and heart with you,
and they are my hands now
eyes closed and I quietly imagine,
how do I swim in a cloudy sea!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-07-21 at 15:25
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