OLD SONG IN A NEW VOICE by Ann Wood
OLD SONG IN A NEW VOICEI do not become the servant of many masters.
Break the cross left and right.
I'm proud of the piece of freedom,
the truth to speak out loud.
No one has been given to this day,
the light in me to squeeze.
I raised invisible barriers,
and elsewhere I found my meanings.
Now I'm more confident and strong.
I can handle the winds.
Sorry, I forget for a minute,
and behind my ear, I put a flower.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-04-27 at 20:17
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