Lunaria Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

sleepy Lunaria don't go away still
because in bends of your warm arms
a shadow of the nicest traps is lurking
when you walk away I will stay
and shame for me will be, when the day breaks
decorated with the dawn of one's pinks light

it will guess that I sat alone with night
searching the only in pointlessness
for your face, so completely ordinarily,
restoring unnecessarily forgotten
without the echo, somewhere already past images
because rejected with nod into the non-existence

sleepy Lunaria don't go away still
with me only at dawn look for
lilac-coloured heather...