My Long Wait Must End
It rarely rains
on that dusty road,
trees turns to auburn and gleem...
fluttering to the brilliant light,
which dominates the night sky;
my unheard footsteps don't make a mere sound,
they'll vanish like these words that I whisper...
My long wait must end soon,
another storm may approach suddenly
on my calm horizon, ingnoring time,
and erase every beautiful feeling
shared with the ablazed moon;
a secret that keeps me going...
Nobody ever walks
on the solitary road of my backwoods,
the silent owls rest
on rough brenches
and partake of my open sadness;
they sympathetically stare,
but don't question a bit
my unintelligible glare...
My long wait must end soon
and there's no explanation
for the undubted words I'm speaking;
a farewell to the assumption
of an illusion that I'm not identifying,
to decribe the agonizing truth...
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