Spring by Anood
"The spring of the crack, the spring of the crack,We don't dead,we don't.
The wind was blowing, the wind was blowing,
We don't get crazy, we don't.
Bulgarian soul,
Can you understand
What a pleasure, a pleasure.
Which is not crying but rejoicing. "
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-18 at 17:16
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