By The Eye Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I am searching the simplicity of words, for the truth.
what from, when I am reaching the ugly, one of character,
is often associated with resemblance. important physiognomy.
on the forehead, you have everything written out, it is coming out

with times, not only night, the story deliberately
made up - up to you. is trying to cover, what for
ages stopped being a secret. naive undirected,
perhaps will believe the paper conceived life.

you picked fruit vacantly, and you don't remember,
whom you offered. now you are searching for persons,
to blame counting on the miracle of artificial ripening, and the
disinterestedness, according to your expectation, even endlessly.

you picked wrong direction from the beginning. play, counting grains,
departures, the saltness of salt, stones into the back, if only ached
for your`s it got aches(?) other - no longer, but I promise, you missed
a chance to anything - without the dismissal girl with the rest!