To my friends by Ann Wood
To my friendsWho will come with me
to feast?
Shall we turn the glasses full of laughter?
Who will come with me
to feast?
Here, in the throat I already poured the first.
Who will come with me
to feast
over past passions, love and sin?
Who will come with me
to feast?
over rushed rides with lashes and laughter?
Who will come with me
to feast
over expected pain, misery and sadness?
Who will come with me
to feast?
over expected blank pirated places?
Who will come with me
to feast?
Turning the full glasses with laughter?
Who will come with me
to feast?
over the stagnation inside our souls fear?
Who will come
through laughter
to grieve?
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2018-09-14 at 20:19
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