Anna Banasiak
Abstract Drama
In a rocking chair at the window
She was left alone tired
Unwanted
Still, behind the glass she sees
Her son's grandchildren
Little granddaughter behind the curtain
Sad Anka
Only old furniture
Faithful to death
Remained
Orchard's Met...
Magical cats
The Past
After Bath
The Sea III
Birds
Cup
Pause
Infinity
The Dancer
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Nice.... Nice....
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Motherland.... Motherland....
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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