Tag: Poetry
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Would you like some woollen mittens? Any colour you’d like.
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Footprints — September sunshine. The sound of rolling waves.
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… leaving only the warm air trembling in her wake
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You don’t take photos of the air around you
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… she demanded: “Co tam takiego ciekawego do fotografowania?”
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Fledermausgauben lifting from the tiles,
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… when everything feels unfamiliar, and life in the city is both difficult and full of excitement, possibility, and challenge.
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I heard the rain first — soft taps against the bedroom window…
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Sometimes a memory returns the way snowfall does — quietly, without urgency, settling only where it’s welcome.
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She was thinking in two different languages at the same time…
