The River of Light

Entangled in my own thoughts, I wait for the time to become my shadow as well. Subordinated to the silence, I float on the wave of your breath, I take God's hand and believe that the pain has stopped haunting my yearly dreams. I will wait if the newborn star resurrects in tears, if the night turns out to be a memento of a mismatched word. I am making love to your memories again, looking for the key I threw yesterday into the rushing river of 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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