Ewa Chru¶ciel
Frost - Milosz Biedrzycki
Frost

was such that the trees were screaming
the stars at regular intervals
went out and slid down
with a delicate clink
of a glass tapped with a knife

i too look for silence
but would stillness itself
be enough.
Lokator, wieczor 24 czerwca, 09.
fot.




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