Maybe this is love by Ann WoodI've known you for so many years
from so many winters and summers,
I even discern your steps
the mood in your soul ...
I cannot say every word
every gesture, smile and request,
and your thoughts seem to hear
maybe it's love.
It comes quickly, somehow unnoticed
it grabs you, you sink in the fog,
dreams at night come in color
and with a kiss he awakens the day.
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2019-08-04 at 15:27
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