I got lost... by Ann Wood
I got lost in the sunset of cloudsheavy gray and white down,
how I want to hug them,
and sink into their softness.
Like cotton, unevenly arranged-
in a bag, patched,
I see the veins transparent to your hearts,
and with my soul, I touch your souls mentally.
I am with you only with soul and heart,
and they are now my hands,
I close my eyes and clearly imagine
how I swim in the cloudy sky.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-06-22 at 14:42
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