What was all this for?
a few happy seconds
in a day full of suffering.
it is as it is.
Life is just life
I want to feel it.
I don’t want to see
only images in my head.
I want to feel
what you feel
Feel it on my skin.
Tell me until I believe.
And what was all this for?
© W. Donovan
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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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Thank you for your inspiration. It gave birth to this shadorma:
LET’S DO LUNCH
Fantasies
Rewriting the scene
While others
Around them
Are busily lost in their own
Imaginations
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I am really honored that my poem was inspiration for you.
Beautiful!
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Thank you. 🙂
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What and why. This packs a powerful punch, Weronika. Thanks for sharing!
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I’m glad you like it.
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😁
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