Drowsily Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

we will go to sleep for a few hours

in green grass yellow marsh marigolds
footpath between poured with gravel
is slithering aspiring straight to the point
the eyelash is surrounding smooth stones

nearby trees are casting a shadow
and in the evening splinters are striking
the shower of sparks sparkling and the smoke
is trailing on the way lightly are treading barefooted

for us sand quite well warmed up
from a distance is creaking voices and the quiet dumka
lightly are flashing by with the warmth of the evening
the wind is cooling bodies a little bit tired

we will go to sleep for a few hours