and when it will come <br />so completely irrevocably <br />suddenly they will stop biting insects <br />or else it won't be looking like rain <br />a difference will be missing much little <br />and another person's defects will become indifferent <br /> <br />and when will come, <br />to fields storks will never again fly out, <br />to love desire will die down <br />people as statues all of a sudden will freeze <br />in the move, dressed and maybe only <br />with the earring in the ear <br /> <br />crows won't also fly in even, <br />a sound will go silent quiet <br />we won't manage to enthuse about our body <br />when it comes <br />and our voices will get mixed <br />up as this way as in the past <br /> <br />you won't manage to give me a hand <br />you won't manage to feel the torment of illness <br />you won't manage to identify <br />the person or no your thing <br />and you won't not already laugh <br />like at one time <br /> <br />for us will go out everything <br />what until now it lighted so brightly <br />the moon and the sun and all stars <br />suddenly will go out and pass away <br />and too late will be on of forgiving <br />when the end is coming everything is changing <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />when the end is coming everything is changing...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-it-is-already-the-end-of-the-world/
