Poetry Gone With The Wind Poem by Vida Nenadic

I am thirsty for the secrets
Hungry for the beauty
Which I can find in them
I am trying all fruits
And getting inspired.
I always return
To the poetry
Even for a short time
I always return
To the memories
Of the all which passed by
All colorful
All that flew like a bird
All which is to be to me
The time I call
The time gone with the wind.
Passed poetry
Or poetry that passed by
As through it
On the same roads
Leaving the traces
In the snow,
The mud and the sand
I went, too