Poems

MIRRORS
WAITING
THE VENICE OF BYDGOSZCZ
EMPTY BEACH
AURORA BOREALIS
MARATHON
WHEN YOU KISS MY FEET
LIKE AN ANGEL


MIRRORS

 

I don`t like mirrors

they preserve forever this, of what we would like to forget

in their memories they note down gestures, grimaces of the faces

indifferent shrugs of the shoulders, the tears

 

they remind intrusive the kisses

about somebody`s palm on the naked breast

hair torn with caress

mirrors are like diaries

they store the past in matt glass

AuthorKalina Izabela Zioła
2024-01-28T13:03:08+00:00 January 20th, 2024|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 152|Comments Off on Poems