Don't Touch My Wounds
Don't touch my wounds when you know they burn me, she went to another, like a leaf down a river.
Don't touch my wounds, my spring is gone, she went to another, that beautiful blonde woman.
Don't touch my wounds, snow is blowing in my soul, she went to another, he warms her hands.
She went to another, like a bird to the south, and she left me, like some long winter.
Zera Princ
"Don't Touch My Wounds" is a poem from a collection of poetry entitled "When you stay alone". If you liked it and want to order your copy of the book, you can through Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/8690558810
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