Maria Barbara Korynt
A Bluish Purple - Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
you want to con me, like waters,
straight into the fist,
until bluish purple
until between... lasts war colds.
I in the dance of gauzy elves,
for companions I have birds
And you like the woman
you are squandering the word.
It's no use, so don't chat
put the weapon back,
fall, and don`t forget
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