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Jacek Margolak, PL and Robert Naczas, PL
 

 

 

 

Rengay

 

Autumn Park

 

coolness—
a last year conker
in my coat's pocket

bare branches—
I`ve nothing to hide

autumn butterfly—
the scent of the tuberose
comes and goes

empty beer cans
among the fallen leaves—
those noisy rooks


first snowy morning
only the caw of crows

urban silence—
she warms her hands
in my breath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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