Alone traslated by Ann WoodYou are angry with fate again,
that fills your days with sorrow.
You want to banish loneliness.
Remember? I shook your hand.
And they brought to light in the days of
laughter and tender zeal lit them up.
But you decided to leave-
prefer to be alone.
Not bad - I'm not mad at you.
You are wandering in the darkness of the soul again.
You want me, but I will not return!
This train has long since departed!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-03-08 at 03:21
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