Returning To The Ordinariness Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

let us turn down
not screamed words
the truth will come out
when the fate sets
the best time for
slight breath no longer
fresh flowers
will wound

because they are growing
with new variety
spikes and more leaves
are missing
in the wind shivering
with string of air
it will enrapture
the eye

and a trained ear will hear
the unique rustle
you will rest at one time
returning

to the ordinariness... unusual...