The waves traslated by Ann WoodThe waves of the sea are women,
escaped from the houses - shackles.
Come, one wave rise alone,
sister of the wind be again.
Come, among the deepest go,
in the realm of the dark elements.
Have you been loved before -
only now will you be able to find out.
The coward will sit on the shore,
will whisper how much he is faithful to you,
the helpless will weep with sorrow,
and the real one will find you alone.
He will want to stop you with a hug,
but you do not return or stop.
The wave is a wave in the middle of the sea.
And if he goes to the shallows - he dies.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-03-08 at 02:05
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