A Solemn Source of OblivionA Poem by Katarzyna Anna KoziorowskaI am not afraid of your light, I am not afraid of your death. I am still running away from what has been named too quickly, devoid of a solemn source of oblivion. The night dances in me, the day knocks on the ajar door, no shadow fits my words, no heartfelt sin. I wander among memories, the black sky provokes me to happiness. I wanted to fall asleep in the spite of death, to be resurrected in the arms of another father. Please tell me my last dream. Show me the Earth that carries our warm, soft steps. I don't want to die one by one, I don't want to peek at the Sun that still has no name. © 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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