Autumn in Warsaw
The golden leaves fall in the park,Before the early creeping dark.The monuments are turning cold,As all the passing year grows old. I...
@hanna_k
“Hanna writes poignant, deeply reflective poetry about the rapid passage of time and the fragility of human memory. She uses the imagery of changing seasons and fading photographs to explore how we hold onto the people we have lost.”
The golden leaves fall in the park,Before the early creeping dark.The monuments are turning cold,As all the passing year grows old. I...
I cannot picture how you smiled,When I was just a little child.The details blur around the edge,A broken, unfulfilled pledge. I only...
The silver prints are turning gray,The faces slowly fade away.A summer day, a beach, a smile,Captured for a little while. I do...