I know by Ann Wood
I know why she's so whiteyour hair, good mom!
There, the care of evil has led
snowstorm swirls.
I know why they are so sad
your eyes, good mom!
Because of day and night
in them fire to pain forests!
But you smile when
I offer you from the heart
of my love flowers
in front of your mother's sweet face! I LOVE YOU
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-09 at 13:01
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