Wait Until Summer

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Written by the50yearoldpoet

I put my words

down every day,

hoping that they

might show me the way

to a place where

my mind can rest,

where everything

is not another test.

In my dreams

I can see you standing there,

waiting with arms out

and a flower in your hair.

Smiling, you tell me

everything will be alright.

I put my hands out,

but they drop with a fright,

someone is saying

that it’s not the right time

and I should wait

until the summertime.

I awake in a dark room

and rub my eyes

trying to figure out

whether it was all lies.

agriculture blooming blossom color
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13 Comments

  6. Ho messo giù le mie parole
    ogni giorno,
    sperando potessero
    mostrarmi la via
    posto verso un luogo
    dove poter riposare la mente,
    dove tutto non è test.
    Nei miei sogni
    Posso vederti lì,
    aspettarmi a braccia aperte
    e un fiore tra capelli
    Sorridendo, mi dici
    Andrà tutto bene.
    Ho messo le mani avanti
    ma cadono spaventate,
    qualcuno sta dicendo
    che non è il momento giusto
    e dovrei aspettare
    fino all’estate.
    Mi sveglio in una stanza buia
    e stropiccio gli occhi
    Cercando di capire
    se fossero tutte finzione.

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