Flight over the day by Ann Wood
Flight over the dayThe day is fast, furious, crazy,
runs out like in an hourglass.
The day sunken in the sun or in the cold,
of all people the right culprit.
Long or sometimes too short.
Sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad.
Then dragging, or dragging,
laden with the hope of excessive.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-31 at 20:50
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