Treasure Island

Maria Barbara Korynt


(33) warm pieces - I know what


I am outside the range
and very well
nobody will reach me
unless I am willing
but to it isn't becoming overcast.
the black cloud covered the
bright image for me and those days
became unimportant
for me
for us
I am not having to break heads
in order to invent anything
I can only shout insults at who deserved it
I always search
for a tart
apple, it is raising my spirit
when it is as sweet
as you, when something
you need
and I know what.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Edited: Monday, January 04, 2010

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  • Ken E Hall (8/6/2011 5:49:00 PM)

    Dainty words of timeless Adam which is the axis of the world going round, you paint a clever picture...regards (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (1/3/2010 6:32:00 AM)

    apple
    , it is raising my spirit
    when it is as sweet
    as you, when something
    you need
    and I know what..................
    dawn tolls by dulcet tone,
    verdure riffles what that needs to know, wonderful write by imagery, yet ingenious through eloquence,10++, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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