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Between Us Snowmen
Krzysztof Dabrowski
Winter, freezing, snow and ice-cold wind. They stood outside the house wearing only a hat and scarf each...
- I'm cold - said the first.
- I don't wish to cold swim either - sighed the second.
- I don't understand how one can be so idiotic to create us, give us a hat and a scarf each, but nothing else - said the third one, annoyed. - They would never go out like that. They would immediately whine that it was cold. And by the way, I wonder how they would have felt if they had had sticks for arms and a carrot for a nose?
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Grief Winter Kiss
Icarus
I masochistically cling to grief with bleeding hands,
Like a starving wolf who locks his jaws to a bone from starvation,
For pain is the sole lantern,
A cruel reminder of my existence.
You was forged from hollow place from my soul,
A lonely hymn that whispered to me how utterly alone I am,
For every soul I’ve welcomed with open arms has faded into
the frost-edge gates,
Leaving only the howling winds as my only companion.
I starve for sensation,
Yet, I do not grovel for the cradle of arms that exile me
from warmth,
Sixteen years of endless winters,
But never the summer’s gentle kiss,
Nor the golden hues that came with the dawn,
For death has harvested every star I once gathered,
Culling every light,
Only to cling on to agony,
To the grief he conceived for me,
Of which has severed my ties to the Eden I once knew,
A paradise that once made me feel so innocent.