Aleksandra Szymanska


Poem 3

Let's tear the God made silhouette into pieces,
just to please our eyes with the wondrous view...
But the radiance is incomplete: what is missing?
There's an invisible hole - the painful truth...

And it breathes, expands, year by year,
and engulfs something you just don't want to taste...
We're protected by a cobweb, that's thinner than a hair -
its map is imprinted on an angel's face...

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