Beata Zalot Poems

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1.
In My Garden

In my garden
the tree for my coffin grows
it has still one million
green leaves
...

2.
The Butterfly

3.
The River

In March's sun
the river
warms her bones
fishes tickle her with life
...

4.
But The Phone

I have nothing on me
but the phone pinned to my ear

we are spread
...

5.
Among Graves

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