warmth is escaping
the warmth of body
and soul
escaping
evaporating
so fast
that fear strikes
what'll happen
when the warmth
is gone
when it leaves
its body
for good
what'll be there
when your heart
can't feel
when your eyes don't
look alive
can't take in
the landscape
these green meadows
those towering mountains
all that will have
to go....
what'll happen
not long from now
when warmth escapes
together with the soul
I don't think
anybody knows
(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska-Bolinska)
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