Muse traslated by Ann Wood
MUSECalm down. And the muse disappeared,
as it appeared.
He sank into a deep abyss
where you are already.
And I'm kind of cold.
Take away all the colors.
Red, pink, green-
I painted with you as a child.
And my thoughts are still different-
I wander; something weighs on me.
I flip through the empty verses
which you filled them ...
Yes, the muse disappeared like that
in clouds of smoke and dust.
They waved as if for the last ...
And I sobered up again.
D Dimitrova
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-01-15 at 19:50
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