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SUN DROPS photographs h a i k u Waldemar Frąckiewicz

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I cannot see you I cannot hear you I cannot youch you ... but you Are

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The sunof early spring Sky inthe puddle I will go out! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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Through the cracks in the barn wall the sun is squeezing on the wall a life shadow of a butterfly O Day at midnight sunflowers has woken up dazzled by the thunder O Pink sky door opened to the north is it dawn or dusk? O A pale visitor in the hut - through the loose floor a convolvulus has arrived

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A butterfly has woken up among Christmas carols it is looking for freedom in the frost

The dragon fly overslept imprisoned in a dandelion dew has already dried up

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in a hot spring hailstoneswyskakują z kominka jump out of the fireplace O torrential rain running around barefoot I stepped into warm Bullshit O Wind set A stalk of grass a wet window glass It does not tousle it any more

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the sun is setting on the mountains croaking of a raven a piece of puff is floating in the space O a voice in the stream a spruce into the sky clouds are floating

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on a wild plum tree a silent grasshopper pierced with a thorn O A red leaf fell down And hopped on the ground robin, a small bird

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after the first snow luminous auras are only on the dead tree trunks O all yarrows dried out and green are blooming with hoar-frost O under the grey sky golden shadows on the snow maple leaves

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a canyon, trees ... in the snow wonderful! I lifted a scythe With white eyes

I am going through hoary stalks Why think out poems O reed in the snow pink fog with tears in the eyes bell afar O on a winter night leaves are dancing in the trees crows are talking

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I feel my heart lying on the down lime or the sound of your steps O in yuor breath a star of snow becomes a tear drop

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in the sky and on water there are no borders or ruts I am wandering where highroads have been marked up O I FIXED MY GAZE ON AFAR ... I am looking down under my feet I see it for first time the very same road

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Waldemar FRĄCKIEWICZ

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