Good morning by Ann Wood
Good morning!The wind will bring down an elephant,
and tomorrow, the Master will make a loaf!
I'm sick today,
delicious white bread,
and with the black bread,
I will bring you back to the village.
Remember comfort,
hot this winter!
To awaken in the heart,
the space of the sky,
which graves over the father's house,
and the mind swallows the Balkans.
How much does the Bread give,
even the silent one exclaims!
Be healthy and smile!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-02-15 at 16:37
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