Not The End
written by: Magdalena Podobińska
this love
hasn’t been danced yet
but in dreams
our hands touched
on the slippery roof of the world
now I can smell the scent of juniper
I can smell the scent of longing
we’re in a black and white movie
and let it be
we’ll always have this Paris
won’t we?
Magdalena Podobińska
daughter, mum, wife, teacher, loves music, poetry, art
