Ore Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

it was supposedly a plan
of the blunder in points.
she said: something for me sees,
itself next fall of the star

at least previous it wasn't
he will recommend to the ground
with a thud. I so think.
everything exactly was planned and

a cake was supposed to leave
and a sad layer came into existence.
and what's more, just makes
the tragedy up... whose?

not important. this way to the truth,
only it is necessary, to prove that
it is red-haired beastly. something, for me
sees itself, next fall of the star...

Really?