This Decaying Planet

Misunderstood by time, I am in love
with the wilderness
of your gaze.
A festive breeze is woven
into the hair,
bringing warmth and the scent
of spring.

If we dance without having
a sense of rhythm,
our hearts will finally find
mirror images.
Souls are still in love
with their singing, they still
avoid the most beautiful but neglected
words.

God, having lost his dominion
over the world,
has not recently abandoned
his solitude on the edge of
this decaying planet.

KatarzynaKoziorowska

My name is Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska, I am thirty-three years old and I live in Poland (Olsztyn). I am mainly interested in music and poetry. Rock sounds are my source of inspiration. I have published several books, but they are written in Polish,...

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