Maria Barbara Korynt Biography

I am outside the range
and very well
nobody will reach me
unless I am willing
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She is falling softly on the floor with thin muslin
Taken down nervously from shoulders.
As will o' the wisps on swamps
Hands turning white with glow of the moon
...

this dream is beginning in the street when at night
carefully I am looking at the more and more dark sky
and suddenly I see creatures some strange are flying
degenerated though similar to reptile-birds
...

still sleep and dream,
before the first ray will wake you up.

let weakness and sadness leave you
...

You are searching from the morning
for the oasis. It is only a mirage.
Don't delude yourself.
You didn't want to listen
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