Of Street LampsA Poem by Katarzyna Anna KoziorowskaYou are the messenger who feeds me the first extinct star at sunrise. You are the pain that brings green tears tangled in my eyelashes. I believe in a premature twilight which, instead of street lamps, ignites deserted hearts. I still wander between the window and the door, on the wall I can see the gate to God's garden. I love your loneliness, I wear a smile that you bought me on the occasion of my first day of maturity. © 2022 Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska |
StatsAuthorKatarzyna Anna KoziorowskaOlsztyn, PolandAboutHello! My name is Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska, I live in Olsztyn (Poland). I am thirty-one years old. I am interested in music and literature. ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE! more..Writing
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