Edward Schwartz

(Forest Hills, NY, USA)

The Expectation

The Sun, only several minutes ago
Sparkling like lips of the bride,
Has vanished from the sky;
White innocent clouds suddenly became dark
From the impatient wishes;
The underwood groans and droops,
Dreaming to be embraced by the rain;
The land trembles from the expectation of love,
And, at last, first drops fall on the ground

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