EWA KACZMARCZYK
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In lilac bells
florid talks
poetic thoughts
butterflies sing
in the rays of
sun
in the mornig dew
spider’s webs
delicately lure
the inhabitants
of this paradise
the grasshopper
begins with his music
to wake the
silence up
and to look back
at his very first memories
he lost in a
glade
and got to the
garden of dreams
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Odd summer
has asleep in the
that garden
is it July?
- It’s strangely
cold and rainy
and keeps bowing
umbrellas in
what can geranium
say
or this flourished
rose
they both’re
looking at the sky
can’t wait the
sun
smell of nothing
with a rusty spot
Purpule colour
inspires senses
on the surface of
brook
the frog keeps
jumping
from one leaf to
another
Looking for
unforgettable taste
even the
sunflower got wet its petals
It’s all in my
garden just like that
EWA KACZMARCZYK
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