Illusions

Feel the warmth of next morning on your unfinished body. Touch my found stars heartily, tear my snow-white heart to pieces. I wanted to dream of your prophetic sunrise yesterday, encounter the night bloated with pain. When I remembered your breath, love became a dry slice of bread for me, turned into an unfinished cry for help. I will kiss iconoclastically your timid desire, I will hug the lost sky to my senses. I will open the door to paradise, where no one admits guilt. I'm too afraid of this worn-out fear, I flee from the air stuck in my lungs. You command my fantasies to be silent in spite of reality, to remind me of the sorrow I wish to dedicate to you. I dance again, though the music does not play. I sleep again, though I am not tired. Reveal to me the stigma of this world, let me taste the melody that slumbers in your hands. I skip the illusions that bring no light.

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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