And To Stop The Summer... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I am collecting colours of the summer
I will paint the image
which I will hang
close the door for you

when you will be entering
you will smell the smell of the mint
and of blooming roses
climbing quickly
up the wooden grille

you will hear the twitter of birds
and the noise of forest
the murmur of the river
and the foamed waterfall

you will see fruits of your sets
on the table
and you will smile
and I in your smile
will find rays of sunshine

we will wait until the next summer
and will become more beautiful
we will become gentler
for oneself, for us,

we will catch moments of bliss...