When the world froze, brightness opened its eyes
Barren land whispered with creaking frost
Broken heart fell into the arms of love
Lost mind was found
Why eyes missed a cold smile before?
– not wanting to disturb tenderness
so that goodness of a man would
warm up my body
After all, there is no sin in being close
The tears stream down only at night
on the wounds never asked to come
and in the morning I ask again – why?
artwork: Arkadiusz Janion