On The Edge Of Longing - 2 Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

On The Edge Of Longing - 2

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when wild strawberries will bloom
be a smell for me with forest
I know it will be you
I looked with vastness of longing
I listened closely with thud of silence
you came with stroking the lips
with the touch of the night
the morning already a long time ago passed
moving the prospect close in the staff
hot breath is wrapping up is washing the breath
is setting the heart into the thud
we are wandering about the thought with verge of delight
we are getting to know the beauty of the climbing
of not uncovered still platforms
forest smells of green moss
with earth with conifer needles
with you because you are
it is most beautiful what could meet me
long I awaited on the edge of longing
earlier our emotions are blooming
with pink body with juiciness of lips
at least for wild strawberries still time...

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Dagmara Anna 01 March 2009

Enrapturing poem. It is worthwhile reading.

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