The Last Prayer

What is known as the void sounds just as beautiful when we give an orphaned star its own name. What we associate with lying is the wayward desire for something you will never get. Embrace my lost thoughts with your tears. Dressed in faint black, coated with the white breath of spring, I adore your latest fantasies, I love your resurrected melancholy. One day your hands will give me a hint of a bright green touch, give me a silence my rusty heart won't cross. Yes, there will be times when a kiss is a testimony to the existence of desires. Don't go near the dead sky, the stars are so beautiful when you see them from a distance. Let us not deceive our dreams, let us not betray our overvalued tears. Take a close look at the emptiness in your soul. I renounce the last prayer.

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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