I am by Ann Wood
I'm quite ordinaryimpersonal
and indifferently walking around the world,
I don't stand out with anything in particular
From the gray, throbbing crowd.
I got tired of life early
and the vain human vanity,
my soul is like an empty vase
with a bouquet of faded flowers ....
I used to love too
and maybe I was loved by someone
but it's so different today,
because I quickly grew old.
I'm not waiting for anything in particular
and no more hope,
for me it's all over
and love and joy.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-20 at 00:57
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