Signs on the way by Ann Wood


God, how am I secretly crying

to grow up like a flower,

blossomed and fragrant-

as a gift from the gods.

Let me know when

a palm over me is stretched out.

To Strengthen Power

and takes the leaves white.

On him, like in a trance

to write words

With thanks, with a curse

after I bent my head.

Thanks for everything

what he gave in my life.

To ask- a bird -

to get your share.

Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-26 at 12:23

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