DREAMS BY ANN WOOD
I collect winds from storms,I enclose them in transparent jars,
I paint gentle colors on them -
I paint more, the flight of a bird!
In my thoughts I secretly built
a window with sparkling pupils,
so, I kept it from spring
and showered it with pink flowers!
In the morning I always look for silence,
I mix it with yesterday's tears
and then, I scatter them on the ground -
I set off again after my dreams!
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 13 times
Written on 2025-02-02 at 14:19
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Jamsbo Rockda |
