A PrologueA Poem by Katarzyna Anna KoziorowskaI plunge into breaths of unwanted hearts. I lend jagged pieces of words to desolate imaginations. Since you entered my age, since you made yourself at home among ashen lips, the sky has a raspberry flavor, and the clouds smell like an unfinished childhood. In a coma, crushed by a stone of desires, I consume your senses, your torn ideas. Let's wake up with fresh kisses on the smooth, slippery skin of dreams. Why do named thoughts bring a sad silence instead of this faded Sun? Love flows again in veins I carved in white marble. Since I understood the final step, pain has become a prologue. © 2022 Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska |
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Added on May 3, 2022 Last Updated on May 11, 2022 AuthorKatarzyna 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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