Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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Such a moving poem. And once again I relate,
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Thanks ❤️
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Perhaps it isn’t too late, for you can rattle the twinkling stats at night and befriend the lonely moon in the shadowed sky.
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Poetically captured.
I could make friends with the moon, but only through the glass.
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