Salty Variety Of The Bitterness Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

on lips he smells the taste of salty tear
he is a witness of the unusual despair
of sea water waiting for the sun
it would heat inshore sand up dried off
decorating with gold-plated shells
radiant caresses with clouds reserved
a tremendous wind is blowing
it is rushing somewhere in the distance
between trees into thickets
where more calmly... with silence

the solitude is only enjoying the cold bath
costing the saltness
the different bitterness of the ordinary day