When by Ann Wood
When the birdswith colorful wings
the chatter in the morning
light,
and you kiss me
so tender
I'm turning into a moan
me too
and I'm slowly leaving
to the sky.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-24 at 13:24
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