ania radz Poems

Twenty-eight faces
Seating neatly in their places
Patiently waiting to obtain
Knowledge from a teacher
...

​for those who laugh at me
​didn't they know?
​for those who mistreated me
​for those who stepped on my name
...

He touches my soul
Undoubtedly, deeply
Unconditionally
...

She loved him for the way her hair
Danced
Freely
Naturally moved by the wind
...