Imagine…
You sit and think
thoughts swarm in your head.
They shine like sparks in the furnace
and disappear like a quiet whirlwind.
After some shadow, it seems to you that thoughts follow
while the last Viennese waltz plays on the walls.
I’m looking…
It looks unreal, and it seems endless
beautiful, magical.
Tight bodies wrapped in fear
masks of happiness caress the face.
The dress gently wipes
footprints
which leads the heart into an endless abyss.
I’m dancing.
They are not looking ahead
Do not look back
eyes closed
open-hearted
they disappear into the darkness
intertwined room shadows.
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Bojana Kwiek 
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