20 june 2021
Captive Of Conscience
You shut to it―
the window, on watching
a row of walking stones
without feet.
Pouting,
scowling―
in a mile of tears.
(A pink lotus spills
the colors on water)
Let me talk
to my wilderness. The
script was incomplete
in shadows of greyhounds.
You crawl on the grass to find a four-leaf clover.
22 july 2025
wiesiek
22 july 2025
ajw
21 july 2025
ajw
21 july 2025
wiesiek
20 july 2025
wiesiek
19 july 2025
wiesiek
19 july 2025
ajw
18 july 2025
wiesiek
15 july 2025
wiesiek
14 july 2025
jeśli tylko