Rain by Ann Wood
It's raining ...But will the rain disturb my soul?
If his tears are cold, they will make me sad ...
Will it break my silence ...
That gentle silence,
which keeps my heart at peace ...
It's too easy to break the world,
and too quickly, the joy fades in him.
And my dreams today are:
vanilla-cinnamon ...
Purple is-such is the voice of my heart,
purple is even my joy-
before darkening again in the dark.
It's raining, but I want the sun,
and in my soul ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-06-11 at 22:09
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