When by Ann Wood

When the birds
with colorful wings
the chatter in the morning
light,
and you kiss me
so tender
I'm turning into a moan
me too
and I'm slowly leaving
to the sky.




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Written on 2020-03-24 at 13:24

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
It is a love poem
2020-03-25



Wow! Concise, precise, with an unexpected verbal gift ("I'm turning into a moan")! Brava!
2020-03-25