I am taking the pale cheek out, <br />not for effect, I am searching for rays. <br />a skin swelled. <br /> <br />the sun is burning <br />with the heat, <br />is threatening with bubbles. <br /> <br />around green. <br />the sun is already squeezing tears. <br />on eyes I put leaves. <br /> <br />coolness of fresh water, <br />is restoring the will to live. <br />heat is teasing.<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-coolness-of-fresh-water/
