Tell me what’s the differencebetween hope and waitingbecause my heart doesn’t knowIt constantly cuts itself on the glass of waitingIt constantly gets lost in the fog of hope
—Anna Kamieńska
I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.
Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.
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