It is Called by Ann Wood
It's called.I am sunny and endless,
to your bright smile!
You don't lock the door -
I will caress you and go!
Airy, quiet, kind.
Embrace your loneliness too!
Don't say a word shut up!
On the elements sister, windy
and gentle, with a whiff of flowers - alas.
You won't understand me - obsessed
out of your male world, I'm terribly hurt.
Ah, maybe I don't need you ?!
It's as if he loves jets from me!
In the dream, I will come - the moon! You know -
do I have the ability to do magic?
With a heavenly blessing and star rays -
I'll kiss you on the eyes, wipe away tears.
Stretch your arms to hug me - stop!
Get up and lock me out with nine locks.
Don't let me into your home of fear and dreams!
My love - always have it! May you forgive me!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-04-02 at 17:58
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