It is rainy by Ann WoodIt's rainy ....
But will the rain disturb my soul,
whether his tears are cold
they will make me sad,
will it break my silence
That gentle silence
that keeps peace in my heart,
it's too easy to break the world
and the joy quickly disappears in him.
And today my dreams are vanilla-cinnamon again ...
They're purple, that's the way my voice sounds,
purple is even a joy for me
before again sadness in the darkness turns black.
It's rainy, but I don't want rain in my soul either.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-11-29 at 00:30
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