By Hour than Spring

In wet garden autumn leaves for us
Torn shawl of yellow lives and grass,
It would be better if our meeting
Would be early by hour than spring.

With retardation we are punished
From before love's words were said,
And we trusted to others our dream
And it was early by hour than spring.

In this yellowness to me it seems:
White lilac flowers and smells,
On trees joyfully and clearly birds sing
And it was early by hour than spring.

If we'd know our destiny beforehand
That we will meet each other in rain
I would come to you for meeting
In time: early by hour than spring




Poetry by Edie
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 23:42

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