Image like fast spliced line
Covered by the rough knots just
What did you give
Give to the man
Mind that can only
He was passing my world
Whistlin' the melody
In the simple suit
Cold waves
Of the foaming flood
Over the lowland
Of gray soil
The flowin'
Road made of crosses
Way to the eternity
Symbol of the death
So
In the empty room
The stifling air daub closed inside four
I know that someday as the light
Blur on my soul
will
Everything remained for behind me
the longing in a middle of
Wooden grief
lost in silence
dream of life
cold as shudder
Every
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
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