You by Ann WoodYOU
And again in the afternoon twilight,
after the pink-purple sunset,
cross tired leg over leg,
mentally doing the analysis again.
You're not a boy for a long time
scared in the world is huge.
And you're not old and human,
and youth is already a memory.
But it's too early to draw
of nothing in this sweet life-
only sadness remains
of yet untried fruit.
You already know about love-
for you, her and him;
but with your fire you play again,
driven by his male ego.
You have lost your illusions,
that as soon as it shines it is gold.
And the hero's mask fell,
but you're still looking at a flock of flocks.
Go as far as you can.
And believe that there is a light up there.
But I'm ready to bet-
you forgot the most valuable tips.
You remember slowly and painfully
what you dreamed and dreamed of.
But everything is possible - just see:you really start to dream.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-23 at 17:46
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