the September sun, <br />and the September rainy weather. <br />then again morning fogs, <br />the nonsensical passage of time. <br /> <br />drooping flowers, <br />and my longing. <br />time of the mushroom picking, <br />trips to forest. <br /> <br />I am leaving sadness, <br />behind the iron gate. <br />alone I am going, <br />on the road of nobody. <br /> <br />and now I can se, <br />myself in thoughts. <br />and I know how the life, <br />costs a lot of money today. <br /> <br />too expensively probably, <br />in these all years. <br />but still to struggle, <br />with the life it is necessary. <br /> <br />before I will find, <br />the stop to the sky. <br />because everyone is heading, <br />in the same direction. <br /> <br />and the crowd was formed, <br />on the blue road. <br />but I am not, <br />fatigued sorely...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-i-will-wait-2/
