Morning by Ann Wood
The day is slowly coming,I meet him with a smile again.
I boldly enter the "dream".
I look for any sign.
Heard a word from a song,
colorful stone on the way.
It's all very easy.
The world is friendly.
Balanced, I start again
to fight Goliath.
I set a goal again-
to arrange this world.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-24 at 13:30
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