Marek Swierad Poems

For many years, I didn’t pay attention to it...
on the bank of the river a birch grows, right beside the water.
reflecting the white bark
from my dreams.
...

Broken heart,
catch me.
Memories of sadness,
find me.
...

Beautiful Anne
likes pastries,
cream puffs, almond tarts
and sweet croissants
...

tickets for the night show
you say - fall in love
I, maybe
emotions, heart...
...

Eat Me

Little more, enchantress of words.
You are on my lips
...