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Sorrow

written by: Joachim Neander

 

My feelings are flowing
on the silvery waves
of the river of life
from its source
to its estuary.

Crimson storms of identity
stir up the life-giving waters
of my soul,
bring the heart of darkness
up from the depths.

Black grains of sand,
washed ashore,
are scattered in the air,

mercilessly filling
the hollow shell
of the hour-glass.

Joachim Neander

Joachim Neander

I'm a Polish Poet of German extraction living in Cracow. I am a trained mathematician and have a PhD in history. My hobbies are writing and playing Brazilian music on the sax. I already published three booklets on poetry in Polish.
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