Maria Barbara Korynt Poems

I am going I am going
I am going I am going...
one step, two, three.... nine....
ground floor, first, second, third,
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like with rainbow stripes

the separated blueness
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you want to con me, like waters,
straight into the fist,
until bluish purple
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quietly and sadly
then again empty gardens
the park also emptied
...

I am taking the pale cheek out,
not for effect, I am searching for rays.
a skin swelled.
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you are humming a melody
under the nose
whom you remember so well the past
is returning with refrain
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thought that it was a sweet bird
chick, darling baby
therefore very much firmly
he was surprised
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she dissolved golden rays
of long spikes of the wheat hair
and with the eye being on fire
tumbled down into his reflecting shoulders
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the evening is lying down on my shoulders
a time of warm breaths is coming
magic of the evening under eyelids
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heart...well is beating
it only appoints the clock tact
of passing moments
of hours caught into the trap
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