THE ETERNAL WANDERING OUR LOVE
The sunday tram passes me
Some luminous figures inside
Magnetically, me attracts
Its him! whispers my soul call
Stop, son, run, and get inside!
Pudle post-rain as see of tears
Holds badly me soon back
Resigned, I’m going away
But now I hear upcoming footsteps
Follow me with my rhythm
Suddently walk they next to me
Magnetically I turn and see
The one from tram figure
You jumped out, ran after me !
We stand, almost each other not looking
Becouse knew earlier our souls
We walk the streets until dawn
We tell now each other everything
We confes exatly, chaotically
Souls who have again meet finally
As stones of flowers
Your stories fall on mine
Anger, despair,amazement
Helpless, I watch yours scars
My angel, you wear stigma of hell
You were pushed to its gate
In faces people we pass by
Anxiety, surprise, I see
As were asking: to him leave
I don’t want them to believe
In love I fell very much
Your eagle, shiny dark eyes
Tall, hunched over figure
Your white hands as wings
Delight me, seduce me
To extinguish my anxiety flame
At stall keeper you buy me flowers
You tenderly hug me and kiss
I’m fainting almost from emotion
Long time we say good bye
From each other not far we live
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Most nice night in my life
After dramatic brought fate
To understand so impossible
And unflfilment was so bad
Fear of love me killed
Lack of faith it’s worth trusting
We passed each other all time
We were to lose our love
We even didn’t live together
And never we quarreled
We haven’t seen our nakedness
We have our fates not bound
Didn’t give a chanse ourselves
Do not to lose us a given time
Black angel,now where you are
Ways of our eternal wandering
For us existence will cross again
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I have lived in Poland since I was born. I am a graduate of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Psychology.
I worked as a psychologist with children and adolescents. Now she works with terminally ill people. For years he has been painting pictures, composing music and above all writing. I write poems, short stories, essays and fairy tales for children