A memory ephemeral will remain
like a colourful balloon
soaring into the air
to finally disappear
into the abyss of the horizon
time unyielding leaves a souvenir after all
unruly thoughts
so ill – defined – keep returning
I
a lost girl
bundled up in a deep blue meadow
in my hand only a length of twine remains
– it could not hold the vivid balloon
that flew away long ago
to join the golden rays of the sun
Translated with the assistance of Renata Przybyło-Karolak