I give by Ann Wood

I gave from my soul
pieces of love, faith, light ..
but now that I let go,
I started to save more.
It hurts today for every bit
wasted.
From betrayals-friendly
I carry my human wounds
and scars from them to remind me
not to repeat naive, old mistakes ...
The soul always pays the most
give from it modestly,
not everyone can keep it responsible ...




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Written on 2020-08-04 at 20:53

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