In my atrium,
all present moments hang on the walls,
looses measured in holy seconds of kisses
drift above the blue of the pond,
in dandelions parachutes.
Pleasures embracing sorrows, dance:
in dust to dust, Tangos.
Pains, lie low, under a handful of snow,
in an obscure corner.
Peacocks peck seeds of tears from the marble floor.
Smiles, waltz in fountains breeze.
Hearts burn for ever, in sacred flames between the columns.
Millions of lifetime steps, adorn the ceiling,
In patterns of cosmic maps.
POEMS, Ewa Gargulinska
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