In the Temple of Our Feelings | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) W świątyni naszych uczuć
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jakub mistral
In the temple of our feelings
incenses burnt.
The beads of words
like a never-ending rosary.
The world has a collection.
incenses burnt.
The beads of words
like a never-ending rosary.
The world has a collection.
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