The Water

and we'll be looking for
tree's hardness
that is the tenacity
of standing
and we will use a grass to weave
baskets of words
and when the conchs of our bones
will be whitening on the bank
we enter the river's flame
like a moth
into the candle's airy breath



Credits
Writer(s): Maciej Dziamski, Paweł Korbacz, Witold Rolnik
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