20 stycznia 2021
The Enabler
You come to me formless,
to claim your dues―
of whispering poems.
At sharp cliff,
what was your dream―
destiny of taking a long fall?
The rising smoke dissolves
the boundaries, when you
fondle the dark for some pulse.
The final gift arrives
of tears, within reach
of the implosion.
Along the boulevard
a flight of swans―
sails for another lake.
I lift my hand for final salute.
14 marca 2026
wiesiek
14 marca 2026
Jaga
14 marca 2026
violetta
14 marca 2026
dobrosław77
13 marca 2026
wiesiek
13 marca 2026
sam53
12 marca 2026
wiesiek
12 marca 2026
Weronika
12 marca 2026
sam53
11 marca 2026
Jaga