“An invitation for (the Death of) Love"
- Michał Krzycki
- 15 wrz
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“An Invitation for (the Death of) Love”
For love I sent my invitation,
Then I waited for so long;
But finally I heard something —
Someone knocking at my door.
I felt confusion as I saw
No love waiting there outside.
Without even being noticed,
She just killed a glass of wine.
When she finished, I saw
At the bottom of the glass —
A few drops of shame and sadness,
The regret of wasted time.
I asked my uninvited guest,
For I had a sense of dread;
I thought this was my love —
But death spoke to me instead:
“If love is what you hold so dear,
And you open your heart wide,
Then I am always near;
This is how your big loves die.”
Wrzesień 2025




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