Forgotten music by Ann Wood
FORGOTTEN MUSICCoffee, afternoon, bright sun ...
The cigarettes are burning, we are silent ..
Sometimes it takes a little berry,
so that the love in the smoke does not disappear ..
The hand in the other's hand speaks,
and the eyes send their desire ..
The dream is the same- there is no dispute -
and Schumann sends a message to them ..
And the joy that encompassed the souls,
envelops everything in a madness,
and the hats that lost their heads
make love a miracle ..
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-23 at 18:57
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