I know by Ann Wood
I know why she's so whiteyour hair, mom good!
There is concern evil drifts
whirlwinds of snow feathers.
I know why they are so sad
your eyes, mom good!
Because day and night
in them fire burns to pain!
But you smile when
I offer it to you from the heart
of my love flowers
in front of your mother's sweet face! I LOVE YOU
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-03-08 at 20:29
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