'Passing Days, As Images - In Illness ' - Vii Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

'Passing Days, As Images - In Illness ' - Vii



and then again hoofbeat...
the passel is rushing directly on me
I cannot move
blues
are stopping me...

only what else
this music attracts
it I am blinking and I can see them
everyone are playing smiling
and I also...

this way they must play in the sky
probably so that are convenient
for light blue angels
and calm exhausted
hearts...

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