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ANNA ZAPALSKA

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 12/10/2014 |





TEARS OF NIGHT

She touches the pane with her face
Looking for someone
Somewhere beyond time,...
But only frozen flowers flow...
She still touches the pane with her face,
But nothingness there...
Inside her - Hamletian pine tree,
Bloody raindrops drip down her tile of life
Step by step she vanishes into darkness,
Her name is Night...



SHE VANISHES

she vanishes often
from the world
in the season of mists
when black birds get back...
when winds of past blow too strong
to mess the mind with dark dawn
she vanishes from cold world
in the season of grief
when stars fade out
and ship of heart is lost on an ocean
she vanishes to merge with night
to forget the timeless time...


LILACS FOR YOU

these lilacs for you
with juicy memories
written by timeless pen
within each and every petal...
lies a lambent verse
draped in sweet- scented wine
tenderness a mystery of silent valleys
my solitude for you
with a soul hanging in the air
far away from flesh and blood
and out of life-giving tree
we came into silence like a truth
that always shines somewhere in the middle
somewhere between arcadia and pain of glass 
   

Anna Zapalska




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