Teresa Pelka Biography

At autumn pier, there we were,
Almost all solemn, grave.
Our mercies turned the old stone;
A bit deaf to unknown tongue,
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To face the embellishment of the world,
Look up into clear nocturnal skies;
Let your mind dive in the tender glimmer:
Forget the day. Forget the earth.
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The eagle takes heaven full-breath.
A conqueror, below,
State within bracelets mundane,
Is at the gate for all.
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Unlike become the zests
In one hull to live together
Begun a craving in a cradle,
Age of minority, to mither,
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A wise guy with a smart one came together to conclude
On causes and drives, to man's evolution, the prelude ―
Would the glibness in the species have been devolved
From another mundanity, as voluble, as resolved?
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