Poems

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


LIKE AN ANGEL

 

like an angel

like a butterfly

fly to the light

and forget

 

my bare feet feel

on a cold windowsill

I see the sky above me

 

I can lift my hands

spread my wings

and sail with the wind

 

what if on the other side

there is only darkness?

 

Transl.: Tomasz Mielcarek

Превод на англиски: Агњешка Макиниа, Томаш Мјелчарек

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