Ragged Clothes, Bare Feet | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Podarte łachy, bose nogi i
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Przemek Trenk
Ragged clothes, bare feet
and old bones wait for
awakening. Young long legs
stride Copernicus Street
to reach the stars.
and old bones wait for
awakening. Young long legs
stride Copernicus Street
to reach the stars.
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