The Cradle

The Cradle

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska

Match my last lost tear

to my words.

The love that someone has woven

from dreams

is not needed by anyone today.


I hide in the cozy cradle

of your hands, hug my cheek

against the stone pillow.


I know your melancholy

will never be my smile.


Don't try to cry as long as

your life goes its own way.

You won't die until the last light

goes out this season.


Lend me some heart

to keep me safe.

© 2022 Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska

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Added on May 28, 2022
Last Updated on May 28, 2022
Tags: loneliness, life, soul, death, hope, light, emotions, love, fear, pain


Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska
Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska

Olsztyn, Poland

Hello! 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..