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

I threw with the mud at the virtual face,
I took haughtiness away from the virtual freaky ones
I mocked them
and I fell from strength in my astonishment
I lost my mind and lost all desire
on my paper haven
like in a virtual hung
somewhere close to me
I burned my feathers
I wanted to sing
but it started to blow up morning waking up.
I smelled the failure to master
of grimace
in winter days

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