Poezja

Only by accident you 
will find life in 
the dead elephant. 
 
We start soul-searching 
to uncover, 
the hidden path to─ 
landlocked sea of poachers 
of ivory truth. 
 
Infant cries, sleeping 
in grass, wait for the 
blossoms of spring. 
Like a panther 
a red cloud descends 
to kill the moving, play 
without pain. 
 
The nightfall, 
when you will discover 
yourself in grief 
and wait for the sun.