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Obsadzam Świat Drzewami

Józefa Ślusarczyk-LatosMarch 18, 2020

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Obsadzam Świat Drzewami

written by: Józefa Ślusarczyk-Latos

obsadzam świat drzewami
aby był czysty i spokojny
by słuchać ptasich altów
pieśni zielonych strumieni
głosu Artemidy

obsadzam drzewami dzień
by światła nie zdmuchnął wiatr
łagodnie porywisty
królestwa pszczół i mrówek
by szpaki i wróble miały tutaj dom
by nie zgasł traw pachnący stół

obsadzam drzewami ziemię
by nie odpłynęła
nie stała się Marsem
chcę w gałęziach zatrzymać czas

może kiedyś drzewa zarosną ból świata
może ukołyszą czyjś ostatni sen
a wiersze świt otworzą -
jak soczystą bramą

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Józefa Ślusarczyk-Latos

Józefa Ślusarczyk-Latos - a Polish poet and former athlete. Born January, 8, 1956. She has been writing poetry since childhood and she has published 14 poetry collections. Her works have been translated into English, Spanish, German, Ukrainian, Esperanto. She lives in Kraków.

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