Give me your hand traslated by Ann Wood
Give me your handAnd just when I denied you
and I said there is no love -
smiling, she runs quietly to me ...
He hugged me. Here! Ready !!
I believed you existed again.
But you come when you decide for yourself.
You leave us like this first - to wander,
to seek, to suffer, and to sin ...
And then you arrive - smiling, darling,
beautiful, without masks and makeup...
Wonderful Love, make me happy!
Give me your hand! Let's go!!
D. Dimitrova
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-01-15 at 10:12
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