***(NOCTURNE I)*** | final version
translated poem:
***(NOKTURN I)***
-
Magdalena Kapuścińska
Do nothing
with this unfinished dream
Don't throw it out of our memory
Let it wait its turn
And a moment until I come for it
and dip my lips into the crescent moon
until I hurt my memory
until dawn expresses its sorrow
and the night bursts with stars
like formerly magic
between us
with this unfinished dream
Don't throw it out of our memory
Let it wait its turn
And a moment until I come for it
and dip my lips into the crescent moon
until I hurt my memory
until dawn expresses its sorrow
and the night bursts with stars
like formerly magic
between us
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