Do not by Ann WoodDo not turn the miracle into bread.
The traveler does not stop.
You honor the ant as a brother.
Your soul fill with mercy.
Time is crazy flying.
Days and nights in a ball merge.
If you can, take the little one.
Hungry food does not choose.
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2018-03-16 at 00:55
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