the snow still lies <br />and for me smells of the May <br />my inventive head is plaiting a garland <br />is singing a song <br />and is waiting for the May <br /> <br />finally to choke on the fresh air <br />above the seashore <br />from a distance from the noise <br />and when more time will be <br />for itself for us, not for mass... <br />to do what we have the willingness <br /> <br />to and then it we will already wait <br />for the autumn, winter <br />we will live to fight <br />another day <br />like every year...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-will-live-to-fight-another-day/
