You told me tales of Sweden
A land far from my own
a life fulfilling nature’s worth
with love that in gilded forests grow
and to the morrow we shall face our fate
our one last meeting, of eternal embrace.
Month: July 2015
beauty and monstrum, Poetry by ANDRZEJ JASTRZĄB
in the arms of steel
rust
scaly sleep power
in a cage broken
sometimes
glass reflections
