Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
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Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar Poems
A TEAR OF HAPPINESS
happy times flowed down tea wiped with the touch of loved hands so a lot our friendship was worth
a tunnel of fear
question mark on the lips and you are going into dark tunnel of the gloomy ill nature
A SEASIDE PICTURE
a sunny weather seagulls are flying so low to the sea waves near there is wet sand under feet
a beauties of the night
the night like the rock what is covering entry to the cave it doesn't let watch
it causes that the heart is beating more quickly at the rhythm familiar to oneself you are shaking and are sweating
enveloped with smog welcomes next normal with everyday life, day stone buildings, grey places of the human existence
a nice murmuring
to the lake and the bridge a fog sloped down. the thick shawl of the fog, doesn't let the good visibility.
a spark will be enough (cycle - poetry ...
in my dream we are running along a rainbow to fulfilling the land
There on the horizon forest with the sky is touching, houses such small, that they, are located in a hand.
a roads and crossroads
crossroads, intersections, roundabouts from such places, roads are forking in different directions and we, going unwittingly,
you are defenceless when it is stopping on your road doesn't let go
a pale winter went away.
ice icicles are dripping. the icy heart in a winter, is melting. the winter is planning the retreat. because birds on the fence.
a nicer returns
the day is waking up darkness slowly is getting over. sun behind the branch,
after the rain
and where the sun is now? you are waiting all morning, did not come. and you are sad, and now
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A TEAR OF HAPPINESS
happy times flowed down tea
wiped with the touch of loved hands
so a lot our friendship was worth
and now love took the place for it
in the heart it sat down in the first row
as the spectator on the auditorium
close to the stage
and is showing what is happening
at the theatre of the life
it is checking for me
whether it was in a repertoire
space for the art about the truth
of such emotion what most beautiful
it is planning strophes in order
to spice up love
with the poetry of often
repeated words ...