MORNING
out of my dream’s nest fell
a spiky morning
it scowls
I hold my breath
maybe it will fall asleep
reluctantly squinted
it hides under the duvet
like under the night’s closed wing
and time that broke
in the first feathers of the day
stops again

Artykuł MORNING – PORANEK pochodzi z serwisu Magdalena Ficowska-Łuszczek.