I am March now by Ann WoodI'm March now. And time for a change.
(If you blink, I'll just bloom.)
I wander in your grasses ... And I'm gone ...
And you're still waiting for me ... Like Spring ...
No wonder I'm so angry today -
in a little while I will turn everything into laughter.
Where did I learn it? Do not ask...
In the hoods - I find myself in them,
I have countless hopes in the primroses,
and then I keep them in my pupils.
I entangle martenitsas in my delicate branches,
and I generously scatter the birds ...
I'm March, and everything is colorful for me.
(But I will secretly pretend to be angry.)
I hid a smile in the infinity of your sky.
And with your "I love you!" - I'm flying ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-03-24 at 12:03
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