I walk alone.
Everyone has gone
and left me.
When will my time also come?
I pass my old home,
remember the cracked leather
of the sofa
and the way my cockier spaniel
used to curl up at my feet.
Everywhere,
the colors I cannot
take my eyes away from
for they are painful reminders
of my previous life
I walk past the plowed fields
the empty corn stands shivering
and the ghost flowers not rule
the forgotten domain
I stand here
feel the turning earth
below me,
I realize
my time has come.
I was alone.
I walked alone.
while I raise my wings
and take off into the night,
I silently say goodbye.
Everyone has gone
and left me.
When will my time also come?
I pass my old home,
remember the cracked leather
of the sofa
and the way my cockier spaniel
used to curl up at my feet.
Everywhere,
the colors I cannot
take my eyes away from
for they are painful reminders
of my previous life
I walk past the plowed fields
the empty corn stands shivering
and the ghost flowers not rule
the forgotten domain
I stand here
feel the turning earth
below me,
I realize
my time has come.
I was alone.
I walked alone.
while I raise my wings
and take off into the night,
I silently say goodbye.

Marieweibel

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