Through the meanders of life

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Through the meanders of life

Kasia Dominik (Poland)

Through the meanders of life 

When the darkness obtrusively obscures the view in your eyes

and turns dawn into night, turning the old temple white,

a smile falling into a bottomless canyon of silence

wrinkled - thinning.

An intruder in the doorway, a clue to the circadian biorhythm,

he has been collecting numbers since birth, approximating time

death. It doesn't want to slow down, it just keeps going

from under thinning eyelashes parting with shine.

.

And they kneel before the worn-out Swiatek,

Carrying echoes, they return in vain, following foreign traces

to the cleared roots – with an ax in hand.

And nowhere will the flame of the candlelight warm up

striking the tick-tock wave of a rusty star.

Torn moments are scarred by the last minute - just before

and after – rocky eyes, piercing tears in silence

heavier than: Rest in peace..

Kasia Dominik (Poland)

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh