The Last WordA Poem by Katarzyna Anna KoziorowskaThe last word of this millennium is dying in me. The stars rest in my deserted heart. Sleepy constellations are tired of the constant game. I would like to see this world again, but I do not have the strength to lift my head, look God straight in the face. Don't teach me unnecessary love. Don't pretend that hope is incapacitated. Through the break in my biography, memories that I caught in my childhood squeeze through. My disobedient soul is losing this fight for fresh sun. I suffer from a lack of naivety, it will soon be the thirty-second year of my childhood. Someday I'll guess where you learned the human language. The night, fertilized by the moon, takes refuge in your tears.
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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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