Maria Barbara Korynt Poems

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the picked green grass,

it lies, and slowly drying.
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the reeds in the pond.

still ruled by wild ducks now.
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then again the wind.

swinging, today less gusty,
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already autumn order.

on the fields are working now.
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echo is spreading,

repeating three times our names,
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a kite is flying.

blue eyes of the small children,
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this sweet aroma.

we are making juices now.
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dropp on the nose, now,

is falling, straight on the hand.
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everything is gone.

together, with the autumn,
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chubby silver moon,

on the sky is wandering,
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