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  • ANNA ZAPALSKA

    SongSoptok | 3/10/2015 |




    SO FAR SO CLOSE

    So far so close indeed-
    The inner world blossoms
    Like a lonely desert rose
    And lonely lines on the cafe napkin...
    So far so close indeed-
    Two separated entities written down,
    Naked "Incognito", wounded words
    Hidden under the same umbrella of vanity
    Too far too close indeed-
    The same stories throughout the ages,
    The same stones on the same road
    And lonely values- a road open to the stars...


    HIGH TIDE
    Misty trendy hills
    gaze at the London Eye,
    Glazed mountains...
    wrapped into the fog
    when the night is close by
    and apathetic apathy broods,
    upon the sleepy Tower Bridge-
    In the midst of inner river
    such a huge high tide,
    night birds were gone away,
    Finally the train drew into the station
    Among a glare of a next dawn


    WHENEVER YOU ARE NEAR
    I feel red rose in my hand
    magic candles burn around...
    whenever you are near
    smile of your eyes bright my soul
    red happiness flows in my veins...


    BLACK NIGHTS BITE MY MIND,

    Black nights bite my mind,
    Waiting for the wind
    That dispels dark clouds
    With my thoughts I'm swimming
    [ANNA ZAPALSKA]




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