Maria Barbara Korynt Poems

you broke winey grapes for me
green cylindrical fruit shape
and taste of sweets
you said: wife
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table covered
with the fresh tablecloth
she in the middle
white decorated
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the familiar face.

you are standing by mirror.
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by the table, guests.

on plates is a lot of food,
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it is time of gifts.

the first star is in the sky.
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angels are hanging.

already on the green tree.
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the frost is pinching.

I see red scarf and the nose.
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grandpa is making.

faces in front of mirror.
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grandpa at the top.

the size of the slip fits good.
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grandpa in the slip,

imitating girl with scythe.
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