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around the night

around the night


getting lost in the thickening of thorns

the moon looking for eyes

enters the kitchen itself the stove

black cat but luckily it's Felicja

disappears again and again between the driftwood still salty

it surrounds the house like salvation army

such fence – crooked teeth from life

while the stream foams the birch leaves wonder

the stars fall to tears

the ocean lies – two oceans


©Szweda

Castlerock 2022

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