Copy of the day
Royal Club for Literature and Peace
Copy of the day
Kasia Dominik
Copy of the day.
In the grooves of time I hide memories,
stolen from the sun during the summer full moon.
I make the moth shine from the stars with a parade,
to fill tears to the brim with joy.
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Sitting in the glossary of washing words,
I write the dawn novena on a piece of paper.
I look at happiness blooming anew
and I ask God for more beautiful moments.
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And when the flashes of inspiration disappear,
I silence my thoughts in the radiograph of the night.
I take Android of life with me
and I go into nothingness where no one walks.
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Then the angels hum the barcarolle,
and the wood elves have an echo repertoire.
Something inside me screams: I won't let myself sleep!
So I keep writing, and I'm still smiling..
Kasia Dominik
(Poland)
documentation : Waffaa Badarneh
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