|Glimpses series by Danuta Antas, 2010|
Countless as the drops of rain
Swept by a wind
like autumn leaves,
Living for fractions of seconds
In an undefined space.
What a power is hidden behind them,
Which creates worlds so beautiful
like a cobweb sprinkled with rain
in the sun beams.
Yet, at the same time,
In one brief moment
Can turn them to dust,
to nothingness, to hell?
The word, one little word
Can turn a happy man paradise
Into the hell of perpetually dying love.
From a series of poems called Towards Light
Author: Danuta Antas-Woźniewska
Written in 2005
|Glimpses series by Danuta Antas, 2009|