Między epoki, in 10 days,
Protector, river, friend,
I am magical eyeless,
Niewedomy, I.
In colorful townhouses,
I break the sound barrier,
O Gdybym rannym słonkiem!,
Plays solemnly on from the roof.
Where will this river come to end?
The water moves so slow already,
The distant clocktower lets seep apathy,
I wonder if all the bronze in the world will help me.
Physician- heal thyself!
Oh where, where, where is my...
Where am I?
Only in Warsaw, night of the 21st.
YOU ARE READING
The Collected Poetry
PoetryPoetry published May 2012- May 2013 (Written 2003-2013) Dedicated to my sister, those who followed in Viper's footsteps, and America.
