17 june 2024
Saviour Was Sad
Moon strips in
grey hours, to transcend
the scream of virgin pain.
Too proud to
knock the door of locked
colossus of retreat.
The anniversary
has the solemn occasion
to pay homage to flint.
First poem was
written for unborn you
in my turbulent life.
The stranger now
walks alone in wilderness
to find you.
27 october 2024
In TwilightSatish Verma
26 october 2024
Gdybym ci mogła...Eva T.
26 october 2024
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I Am Not Changing MyselfSatish Verma
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Rozpostarły skrzydła iEva T.
25 october 2024
Aktualna sytuacja.Eva T.
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Washing RelicsSatish Verma
24 october 2024
Good night, sleep tight.Eva T.
24 october 2024
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