Treasure Island

Maria Barbara Korynt


three angels


on the Christmas tree
three angels are squirming
on the Christmas tree
three angels are dancing.

and long sweets chocolate
with the orange, of average,
size under the Christmas tree
shed the creche and presents.

the grandfather is remembering me
himself, and I have the intact
wafer in the memory.
all moments are flying away,

as butterflies, but privately
the ones which are giving
us joy, on the Christmas tree.
stay three angels are squirming

on the Christmas tree, three angels
are dancing and long
sweets chocolate, with the
medium-sized, orange as ever...

Submitted: Thursday, December 31, 2009

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