Draw a song to me by Ann Wood
"Draw a song to me.A thin bagpipe to jerk, where it breaks the soul.
Draw my echo, the song returns me.
But one that has not been so far.
Draw me a song, from the anguish conceived.
She drives the moon at night.
And it drives the world, but the universe is narrow.
The universe is hard to give a name.
Draw me a song like a wild mare.
She has no husband to look for a farmer.
To catch her at last and her fear to caress.
Let there be no bells. Draw my chanels.
Draw a song to me. And when he sees it
this world self-loving for eternity,
so in a friendly way we will sit down ...
Draw me a song about tears and humanity. "
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-05-16 at 14:08
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