Friday, December 1, 2017

Alicja Kuberska writes



Conversation at Breakfast

We remain like two lanterns on a narrow street
alienated by the light of day,
separated by the darkness of night.

For a short moment
the pale light of dusk envelopes us.
Between you and me
there is loneliness like black asphalt.

In the depths of puddles
the world without colors can be seen.
All is seemingly calm,
only the mild wind wrinkles reflection.
The leaves from the trees fall to the ground
just like our dead, dispassionate words.
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Gas Light -- Stephan Wanger

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