Treasure Island

Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

(06.08 1983 r. / Gdynia)

we will remember - (cycle - poetry for my friends)


escape crazy heart
but it doesn't want to listen
why
tell me why
precisely here
you and I

escape crazy heart
somewhere somebody is waiting for you
listen
and perhaps you not yet you know about it
why, you and I
we are together
here

escape crazy heart
my get to know and...unknown
I won't say
it is well..o! yes
I will say nothing
...nothing

escape crazy heart
an appropriate moment is now
the mistake is a mistake
because it won't be after all
our shared excellent
hit

escape crazy heart
escape crazy heart
escape crazy heart
but only... in a minute
we won't hear the heart

we will remember eyes

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(for - B (CH))

Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2009
Edited: Monday, August 31, 2009

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  • Maria Barbara Korynt (4/1/2009 6:39:00 AM)

    Unusually interesting poem. All of repeating entirely justified. Surprising and beautiful end. Very good poem.

    'escape crazy heart
    but only... in and minute
    in won't hear the heart

    in will remember eyes' - it is excellent! (Report) Reply

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