Everything by Ann Wood
- Everything passes in life! - sighed the poor older woman and continued ...- Jeans, fashion is passing.
The cold passes.
The train passes, even twice!
Friends, boyfriends, husbands, and wives pass by ...
Everything passes!
The storm passes, and the sun rises!
The night passes.
The pain goes away.
It's Christmas, Easter.
The blood in the veins also passes ...
Everything passes, dear child!
That which will never pass and depart,
are your parents!
When you love them,
when you hate them
when you curse them,
when you praise them,
they do not pass,
they are still there!
Two living rocks,
savior angel
crazy, absurd ...
Maybe separated,
far away
connected with only one circle of metal ...
They stay in their houses covered,
curtains down,
semi-open doors ...
Witnesses of your happiness
and your endless sadness ...
Medalists in your victories
and handkerchiefs in your defeats ...
Often helpless,
but never giving up ...
They never pass ...
There is nothing to make them leave!
And even when they are on the other side of the earth,
or at the other end of the sky,
you will always smell them ...
Aroma of Love
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-08-15 at 16:08
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