Signs on the way by Ann Wood
SIGNS ON THE WAYGod, 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 Ann Wood
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Written on 2018-12-26 at 12:23
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