The Bell of Reconciliation

In the midst of ubiquitous words, I found the thought that will end with tomorrow's spring. From beneath life-weary eyelids I have released one last sigh, got ready to travel beyond the margin of light, beyond the boundaries of humanity. I sip shyly of your freshest breath, a glimpse brighter than a grapheme poem conceived in pain. Sad and cold is my naked body today, my heart to which someone has stolen the remnants of the day before yesterday's prayer. I do not want to wait for the bell of reconciliation to ring. I will not make you find fresh traces of my touch on the pavement of your heart, the newborn thirst for your luminous blood. My hand sniffed out a hint of fresh hope, a slice of iconoclastic hunger.

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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