Man by Ann Wood
Man is born alone and thenalone again, he leaves the world meekly ...
He carries nothing in his hands,
except for one extinct heart,
it merged forever with the silence.
But man is alone, very often in life,
when it remains misunderstood
and his only consolation is loneliness.
Get out of this sturdy trap
somehow it doesn't always work out.
He's trying to cheat on her,
but it is strong and does not give up.
Loneliness is a frequent companion in my day,
steals the colors of my soul,
and so dressed in the black and gray right,
it becomes easy prey to sadness.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-08-16 at 11:09
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