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ZBIGNIEW ROTH (Poland): Can I find a Rose?


Sunday's heat is created by the silence of sunny colours

shattered by the singing of church morning bells

passes through the greenery thirsty for caresses

to fall on the window sills of block of flats

penetrating the glaze of the window panes, it peeps in where there is

an empty vase with an open flower bosom


the earth, thirsty for rain, sighs to the heavens

its ashen particles are carried by the summer wind over the roads

and I escape with my dreams to the sands of the Baltic beaches

where my body is bathed in the summer breeze and enjoys the coolness

the thought of an empty vase pushes me forward

maybe I will find the Amber Rose.



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