When Will Walk Away
from a silence of thrushes
saddened July
give golden fields
and turn pink roses
with thick honey is offering
wants to refresh longing
what unexpectedly
is tasting with bitterness
as the sensitivity betrayed
of wind breezes
somewhere the sky
is clouding over,
in order to rain
to let in only
let them cry over the loss
of the bereavement,
when will walk away for
a long time...
poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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