Forgotten Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I won't tell, this man,
was even nice
to help me he wanted
in the English
and he wrote words
like with the angelic text
and transferred thoughts to paper

and the wind

somewhere he kidnapped
him suddenly
he went missing in papers
and the emptiness remained
and a card is empty
gusts of wind are
empty now

somewhere the wind blew away, suddenly.
went missing in papers
well-known
unknown
get to know
not-learned
forgotten
as
the last year's
wind