my poem no 3:
poetry of everyday life
is being freezing on the bus stop,
are daily pangs of conscience,
is one-minute-long illusion of beauty
- just do not burst out crying -
it's hope
it's fear
it’s the smell of coffee which will soon cause
a stomach ache
it’s: tomorrow over and over again
- just do not burst out crying -
and in between a chorus
about every waking up at night
about the first, second and third checking of
the alarm clock
about freezing legs under the duvet
- do not scream -
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