Color of the east | final version

translator:  Magdalena Gospodarek

translated poem: Koloryt wschodu -  Magdalena Gospodarek
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With her hot personality, you are moving to Texas.
With a agitated joke
caressing revealing
white lace on the neckline and tanned skin
still slightly salty
after swimming in the waves of the Gulf of Mexico.
You fuse your senses to grasp it,
and jeans on her body disturbs concentration,
when she passes by and does not look in the mirror,
just puts a smile of freedom.
You're watching her wild depth of eyes,
dispersed waves of hair around full lips,
which fits open, biting into a juicy apple.

You notice her uniqueness
wanting to spend eternity
in the color of everyday sunrises,
moody sunsets after which
you blow out the candle
and with thankful for the another day.


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