Janice by Ann Wood
- Cranky woman you are, Janica!You're not going to pave the way.You will have bread and salt again. You will not ask for anything else.
To love not to love, to love you. You water the flowers, you will love and you will love again.
You make a house of four walls.
You don't fall on your back. And as you have nothing to say. You're silent.
Like that pit in the curl, you are silent. Dark has darkened.
-What are you doing with me now?
- Janice, I'm looking at you. I look at you from afar. Whoever approached you still pursued him.
My soul thirsts for you.
I have the habit of loving and willing to go home.
My eyes shine when you go out and hurry.
How many times do you ever want to congratulate me and you turn your head.
And I want my time to be with you forever.
Children to hear. Children to watch.
Your white hair to caress a dam.
Last to be me.
Coziness to create for me. Endless bring.
My collar has never yawned.
A wrist will not steal from you. And I will not wait from the window below. Just come here.
I know you. You're all running under an ox calf. If it's not yours, it will become yours.
I've waited so long. I'll wait.
A female to come.
I needed to tell you these things. The night I smile when I steal from you, I hide it in my face. And I do not fall asleep.
And you to me - my bird.
One thing to keep in mind. I'll wait for you.
When will you never be somewhere and when will you have no one to tell you what you are?
Come to me, Yano!
Infinity to be me.
And you are
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-11-20 at 12:03
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