I REMEMBER
Anna Kokot
In my secret box
I’m collecting
taste of green tea
colourful memories
from childhood
from past
stone from the bottom of heart
and needle with drop of blood
red treasure
my...
Yasrab
(In the memory of a daughter buried alive in Pre-Islamic times.)
O! Father where are we going to? Bazaar!
What will you buy for me?
Doll, toys...