and as the days grow long
each one an eternity
waiting for its end to come
I wait too
like everybody waits in the end
I wait for the sun to rise and set
and to recur again and again
for love to come, for love to pass
for youth to slowly fade away
and as i wait i recognize
a truth well-known and yet repressed
since while we wait
the world is there
and lives and breathes like every day
and blossoms young and secrets deep
are waiting for our touch
'cause for them as well as for me and you
each day could be the last
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SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
