Maria Barbara Korynt Poems

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leaves yellowed,

and here or there are red,
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the gold with the red.
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soaring pines,

are aiming straight at the sky,
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there a yellow brown.

sandy path is in the park.
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here, roadsides of paths,

now are hiding all colours,
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the big forest trees,

can see the piece of the sky.
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tongue of the sky.

there is a gap, on a top.
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remains of rays,

it is touching us warmly,
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the boggy meadows.

overgrown marsh marigold.
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swift current and rocks.

river is flowing water.
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