Do not by Ann Wood
Do not turn back,all the paths are there, they are covered with wildflowers and damp grass,
sing Bohemian songs… And other universes
they have opened the present before you
wide neck.
The paradise is the opposite, the world of dreams is high
and other ways, they will call you far,
new directions will come to you,
and even more wonderful and startling will be the world.
And even brighter will dawn come in the morning,
the sunset will be more golden and red,
the sweeter the bird songs will be in the morning,
more hectic and mysterious will be every new day.
And you will dream of childhood starry nights,
it will live in you in the most expensive and kindest place -
shelter it when you're awake at night,
talk together before you leave.
Remember to love growing and giving away -
universal and yours - to your neighbor, your child, your wife ...
Because love is what is left behind
from it, the paths go to the times of the future ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-04-03 at 12:38
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