Fiercely

Fiercely, he slammed into the windows
- the wind, the crazy head,
he wants to include me too
in his furious game ..
He wants to run in the chaos -
hey, alone in the night
without direction, without meaning, roadless,
to ruffle my hair by hand.
Let's merge the two in the dark
among a panel of sleeping stars,
where the proud moon,
the world, curiously watching
Where everything is beautiful
where dreams come true,
as long as the magic in you is alive
and you look with children's eyes.
How I want to stay there
to sink into this infinity,
to be with the wind two
friends faithful to the end.




Poetry by Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-06-21 at 20:27

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you so very much, for your kind words
2020-07-01


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2020-07-01


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This seems like a dream, or nightmare. I like it.
2020-06-22