Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of
Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the
And when sky will burn by fire of purpleand the
The rows of the even planted old treesstanding like the
Fragments of Leopold Staff's Poem
I know the pain of insane which comes to my
The blue eyes full of hues and sunshine the sad
Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of
The lovers of night in the fadded mouthsbrought the message
Fragments of Leopold Staff's poem
