The New Era

Everything feels like a sleepy morning that won't go away until you shed a tear, the last tear in this cursed decade. All that you can see unites with the nearby paradise from which the last angel left. Approach my breath, feel the cool touch of tender, unfamiliar hands on your skin. Are you able to face the new era that will begin before the overvalued meaning returns to us? Will we avoid this groundless existence that bears the hallmarks of a failed struggle? Kiss my last unwanted smile. Lift my perverted ideology from its knees. I will find in us that light that does not harmonize with the prompting of time. Let's not pretend that sadness is multiplying in us, to which I could dedicate my warmest prologue.

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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