I – The Poet— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Barbara Gramza – Polish Poetry
I am not just a woman with ink
on her hands and dreams—I am the source
from which radiance and confusion spring,
when the world stumbles over its own words.
I am not just a woman with ink
on her hands and dreams—I am the source
from which radiance and confusion spring,
when the world stumbles over its own words.