Poetry
Karolina Kusek
Karolina Kusek
Wysłannik
If we blight the SPIRIT OF CHILDHOOD inside,
which enriches us and adorns,
a time will be that, with our unfeeling bodies,
we`ll become mechanical robots.
Anthropoidal creatures,
with no human faces.
With a heart that cannot feel.
And no brain`s imaginings.
Remember, please, these words…
