Of Nobody’s Blood
written by: Katarzyna Koziorowska
Sadness that flows too fast.
Silence that costs
too many dreams.
I would like to kiss
your body tenderly,
but the tears are too shallow.
Unaccustomed to illusions,
I swing on this naive wave,
sinking into emptiness
that no one deserves.
The fluidity of thoughts
does not prevent us
from longing for what turned
to stone without a cry.
I sold love that had a chance
to bloom in a field
of nobody’s blood.
I don’t want to run out of hours
when I’m tormented
by the lack of smile.
I am timidly starting this day,
this era that does not depend
on pain.
My heart beats tentatively.
I’m looking for an excuse
to run away.
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