Anna Zapalska
TEARS OF NIGHT
She touches the pane with her face
Looking for someone
Somewhere beyond time,...
But only frozen flowers flow...
She still touches the pane with her face,
But nothingness there...
Inside her - Hamletian pine tree,
Bloody raindrops drip down her tile of life
Step by step she vanishes into darkness,
Her name is Night...
Anna Zapalska
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