At The Scale Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

delicate hesitation
when I am moving the sensitive side
bustling for a moment aren't looking directly
you are covering anxiety with the smile
carefully you are leading for the temptation
we will go where a long way
from the tumult
we will name more trees
warmly for all oblique statements
before and after we will leave
a little feeling 'amplitudes'
centrifugal - for us completely natural
not every spank is giving
gł owy o ból that is uś miechnij oneself
one, two, three our eye is looking about horror if
it is possible
nothing here has the nought
a lack of the message
is a senselessness
sought after handwriting expert
one, two, three
will look will
see he will dress
when I am moving
the sensitive
side
stretched string