By Zbigniew Roth
Washed with tears in the room
life cannot be torn from the envelope of memories
where the world of childhood dreams was microscopic
but his spongy ego was just developing
where the body is unaware of the surrounding challenges
he kept getting more and more true desires
when the shutters of happy eyelids flicker "
he kept the images of everyday life in the eye
this was accompanied by the fact that the taste and aroma were assessed
who is stuck in the landscape of personal desires
an image of sincere love, yet unknown
but now it is too distant in its true form
the border of our native customs cuts us off
where thought cannot tenderly embrace the Afghan woman
it's as if the leaves don't make contact with the raindrops
which wind of history will caress at will anyway
© dr.h.c. Zbigniew Roth
Poznań Pl. 08/23/2021 1:02 PM
