To Die Alone Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

extended greenness of grass
black and sandy dusting roads
a sun through clouds frightened
decorated with the robe being on fire
of the early hour is oozing
somewhere a rainy torrential-ness is sobbing
with tiring out the eyesight of green leaves
they are mumbling for it for the accompaniment
the violence and the helplessness
mixt in transit to the last border
those without the face retreats will fall down there
where with secret cause
the fate sent them to the distraction
but by it they will hear the speech of Angels
they will watch mornings of their childhood and spent years
breaking the mirror image to thousands other
in a flash they will love
purpose...