Magdalena Biela Biography

Written on the wind

Written on the wind the words came one day,
shivering, and tired, and confused.
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This Autumn I mourn
the fear of a leaf
who paid to October
a fistful of days
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She wasn't taller than her doll-house.
She was still writing to Santa Claus.
Dark curly hair and wide open eyes
she piously kneeled piercing the skies.
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I stood silently watching the room

it was my last time there.
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Weep no more, my Willow Tree!
Fill by tears the ruffled Sea.
Shiver not, hold your breath still.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
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