I loathe you
As much as
I love
Your cold arms
Soothe the storms
That tear me apart
Though I marvel at
Your monarchs, magic gardens
Dukes and lords that would
Rule the world
But now you’re just
The fading smile
On the old lady’s
Wrinkled crown
Putting your head
Under Mahomet’s
Mighty sword
30.09.2016,
Bialystok city, Poland
