***

bez cytryny
twoja kwaśna mina
w herbacie
.
.

***

falling dusk
she tells me about
conceived child
.
.

***

jaki mróz!
coraz wilgotniej
pod powiekami

***

święta w bieli
żadnych śladów
za oknem

***

sunset
the next haiku
at sunrise

***

your smile at morning
the colours of spring flowers
are fading

***

pole bez stracha
to tu, to tam
świergolenie

***

old love song
with every next note
more lonely
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