Maria Barbara Korynt
A Coolness Of Fresh Water - Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
I am taking the pale cheek out,
not for effect, I am searching for rays.
a skin swelled.
the sun is burning
with the heat,
is threatening with bubbles.
the sun is already squeezing tears.
on eyes I put leaves.
coolness of fresh water,
is restoring the will to live.
heat is teasing.
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