الأحد، 6 يوليو 2025


: He leaves a trace, like breath on cold glass

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

: He leaves a trace, like breath on cold glass

Kasia Dominik (Poland)

Title: He leaves a trace, like breath on cold glass

A man is a book without a cover,

written in silence,

between the lines of breaths.

He is not a flashy sculpture on display,

but a deep sigh,

that reflects in others,

like the moon in the calm surface of a lake.


.

His eyes are windows,

but not the kind through which light enters.


but the ones that let the glow out –

invisible until you look too long,

until you stop and feel the beauty,

that is not born in the touch of a hand.

It is in small gestures,

it does not wait for thanks,

it looks out for warm smiles,

it does not disappear before you have a chance to see them.


. Like a tree that blooms underground,

so man grows in thoughts

intertwined with dreams where fear becomes a bridge over the abyss

of a river that never sees its own shores,

and yet carries life, ebbs and flows

in an uncontrolled rhythm.


Inner beauty does not seek a mirror

and does not need words to be understood..

Kasia Dominik (Poland)

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh 


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