Maria Barbara Korynt
Steam And The Solo - Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
there is an
unwritten agreement between us
we aren't getting ourselves in the way
and in this way
we aren't stopping by at ourselves
after all, quietly for ourselves
we sometimes try to imagine how it will be
like .. when unintentionally we are
on the same path, I know it.
what will he reweigh?
rough quiet nature
the mutual sympathy
or the resignation from
what very well is smelt
I am collecting strong umbrellas...
czasmi I like to heat up.
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