And...Not For The Covering - 3 (Cycle) -Play Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

on you, I am today with trees
how it is necessary, at least
not always in time.
the heart cooled. it is only a muscle
insensitive even to large fire series

it is a script of those past events, when
there was a strong game with the purpose,
into the lottery it was...
maybe in the bone (?)
and the one small black, quite well of heat,

for two hours, sometimes longer
and more often even, when it was necessary,
it warmed hands up for us,
she burnt the lips
and it let quickly, to fly away

directly into the seventh sky,
and lightly to sit on.
and in a minute, you already let carry yourself
holding reins of the fantasy in one
hand... and it was supposed to be fortunately...
...

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Cycle devoted to my dead friend from youthful years - JN