September
Sometimes,
in the end of September
when leaves are crying
in the wild wind,
lonely on shore
I remember you.
Life has many ways
and there is nothing to say.
Running on sand
early in the morning
I am only waiting
The sunrise.
Another day will comes
and I know
that I will love you
forever…
Copyright © Ioan Rusu | Year Posted 2005
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