The glare of the neon on the wet skin

a poem by Krzeslawa T. Skrzypczynska, Poland - poetry writer, author, poet

The girl never got up again,
a fragrant she, so much,
among the fragrant deeps
and on her face
the shadow pixie
was still chasing the neon,
was chasing the neon,
and then, when they found her
and her beloved embraced her in shock,
they all understood
the reason of her sleep:
a comb with a dryer
at her side.

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