In Your MirrorA Poem by Katarzyna Anna KoziorowskaThe kisses you leave on my cold empty skin are mint. The sky at our feet is raspberry, the senses do not want to lose a single moment of silver. I hang high, above God's head, from where I have a perfect view of lost cities, wasted consciences and frightened hands. Until you feed me with the first spring rain, until the summer breeze mingles with tears, we will remain
faithful to our delusions, hallucinations of childhood. I don't want to die against my
sanity. I don't want to be born because I'm afraid of my first thought. Tangled up in porcelain clouds, immersed in fractions of a second, I want to see myself in your mirror. © 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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