When The Sun Rises In Głuchołazy Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Morning unfolds in quiet murmurs,
light spills over rooftops like a secret
told too soon.
The river stirs, silver-backed and restless,
carrying whispers of yesterday downstream.

Shadows retreat into alleyways,
cobblestones warm beneath hesitant footsteps.
The mountains watch, ancient and patient,
as another day begins without asking.

Somewhere, a window creaks open,
coffee steam swirls into the crisp air.
The town exhales, stretching into wakefulness,
as the sun climbs higher, unhurried,
inevitable.

Głuchołazy hums in golden light,
its quiet heart beating beneath the
weight of time.
Chimneys breathe stories into the sky,
and the wind carries them beyond the hills.