I dont traslated by Ann WoodI don't have nerves for long, loves,
and the short ones don't look like me.
I don't think it's something new
you mean I love you?
I don't think it's going to collapse
the world after my departure?
I assure you - many times, they lied to me. And I lied.
And the Earth is in place.
Only the season changes.
It's high time you knew
that everything is only temporary.
And I - the most temporary of all.
The shortest. The impossible.
Easy loves - they don't look like me.
And the difficult one - can you do it?
Um, did you try to pique?
Good - to live the risk!
Come on now - get me out of here!
If you squeeze.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-02-21 at 12:03
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