Dream traslated by Ann Wood
DREAMLIKE EVERY LITTLE MAN,
AND I HAD BIG MEASURES
JUST TO GROW UP ONCE,
AND I WILL GIVE A BIG MUSTACHE.
I CHOOSE THEIR CUTTING
NO FRIEND LIKE MY MUSTACHE
IT'S THE ONLY NUMBER,
BELIEVE IN THE WORLD.
WITH MUSTACHE TWISTED BLACK,
I STEP PROUD AND TENSIVE
AND I WILL BE FAITHFUL TO HIM UNTIL THE END,
BECAUSE IT'S HAPPENING TODAY, AT THIRTY-FIVE.
27.01.22
IVAN GENOV
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-01-27 at 14:09
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