2.12.2010

Leipzig to Warsaw

We blaze
past old buildings –
an unforgettable
scar

of history. The sun
rises
in the East
and I wonder,

what is my name?
What is the name
that people call
old things

they have no need
for? Whatever it
is,
it used to bring

happiness
and joy –
but today,
shame.

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