SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

"Burning Up" (2003).

The sun burns up the winter sky
But snow lies all around
Begins to shine like tiny diamonds
Stretched all over frozen ground

Reflects your face
Your wondrous face
Burning up in my chimney
Hoping that you can feel me
Heal me

Let the snow melt
Burning up is the sky
Hoping that you’d get by
Make me feel the way I felt
When the snow did melt

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