And I Will Wait... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the September sun,
and the September rainy weather.
then again morning fogs,
the nonsensical passage of time.

drooping flowers,
and my longing.
time of the mushroom picking,
trips to forest.

I am leaving sadness,
behind the iron gate.
alone I am going,
on the road of nobody.

and now I can se,
myself in thoughts.
and I know how the life,
costs a lot of money today.

too expensively probably,
in these all years.
but still to struggle,
with the life it is necessary.

before I will find,
the stop to the sky.
because everyone is heading,
in the same direction.

and the crowd was formed,
on the blue road.
but I am not,
fatigued sorely...