In A Minute Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
In A Minute
the December gathered speed
is rushing along wet roads
there is still no snow
in legs more
I feel rheumatism
it is drizzling it is raining and wet
my big window
slowly is flowing down the rain
and I would still
like a bit of sun
the December gathered speed
is rushing without the apprehension
for a moment will arrive
on its large sleigh
white winter...
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