Dressed in WordsA Poem by Katarzyna Anna KoziorowskaHidden in the shadow of the flame in your heart, I care for the black flower of abandoned solitude. Your lips dress my thoughts into words, your soul dances like my body. I wish I could dive into your supposed morning, but the last star stuck to my lashes. I'm afraid of the unfinished
scream, outdated scars on the white back of the page. I am casually learning the taste of your breath. © 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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