: 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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