A Symbol of the Passing SoulA Poem by Katarzyna Anna KoziorowskaI am troubled by your lost night, stripped naked of remnants of stars. I am teased by happiness for which I paid with black and white tears. Rise from the dead, show me the way between remorse, teach me to die slowly, without unnecessary promises. I am insatiable with life, I choose the depths of the past that were a gateway to hell a few years ago. It's time to dress up as a jester and learn to clap nicely. On the pedestal of the night, a white flower blooms, a symbol of that passing soul. Don't let my smile fade away forever. © 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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