Warming Up Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

well a morning didn't still wake up
and you are already waiting for the warm sun
to warm oneself up on golden sand

and then to wet one's hot body
in the water cool and clean
in a minute you will summon the view from a distance
and looking on other, you will think about...other

this innocent, children's image almost this way
became established, that you are coming back
into the past on the flood of events, and the memory

which you feel. she is... still lives