9 november 2024
To End The Poem
When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down
the clouds to become wet.
Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my past.
I am not sure, when
the dark moves on to give space
to imprisoned pain.
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MikołajkiJaga
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Światło grudnioweJaga
4 december 2024
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z piankąjeśli tylko
4 december 2024
doniczki z wzorkamijeśli tylko
2 december 2024
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