Tears Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Tears

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tears started to flow
without the question
across the cheek
it flowed directly into the lips
and dripped from the nose
wet face, as the wet dew on the meadow

a sharp scythe cut my flowers

tears, started non-stop,
not standing, on the cheek.
evil thoughts flowed in,
it was a smell revenges
wet face, because so were fragrant,
like on the meadow

a sharp scythe cut my flowers

tears started to flow
without the question across the cheek
and in a minute the smile,
then again quickly appeared.
the one, who played
with the scythe, had the fun.

non-stop a sharp scythe is cutting



my flowers...

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