and when it will come
so completely irrevocably
suddenly they will stop biting insects
or else it won't be looking like rain
a difference will be missing much little
and another person's defects will become indifferent

and when will come,
to fields storks will never again fly out,
to love desire will die down
people as statues all of a sudden will freeze
in the move, dressed and maybe only
with the earring in the ear

crows won't also fly in even,
a sound will go silent quiet
we won't manage to enthuse about our body
when it comes
and our voices will get mixed
up as this way as in the past

you won't manage to give me a hand
you won't manage to feel the torment of illness
you won't manage to identify
the person or no your thing
and you won't not already laugh
like at one time

for us will go out everything
what until now it lighted so brightly
the moon and the sun and all stars
suddenly will go out and pass away
and too late will be on of forgiving
when the end is coming everything is changing
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when the end is coming everything is changing...

Maria Barbara Korynt

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-it-is-already-the-end-of-the-world/