IT’S NO MISTAKE, IT’S MYSTICISM
These two people on the street
Around alarming sunshine scream
Remember them forever, see
Eternal warriors are not a myth
You are an echo of your era
With subtle smile, so elegant
You old-fashioned bow to me
Raising his hat with dignity
I’m rebelious girl, outsider
Dressed already scandalously
You could be my grandfather
But you tied between us a tread
With cane and a dog on lesh
You outfit classic, impeccable
Gray suit, trousers with crease
You bow to me is not a faint
It’s not mistake,it’s mysticism
My era here meet to yours
You give to me charm of your era
Charm and it’s drama pass you to me
I have fake makeup, freckles
On pole face,ful of dreams
I not mistakenly your friend
I have frayed holes in short pans
Heavy combat boot on my feet
Lace shawl from my jacket hanging
Instead blouse armed bre
My hair is long and fluttering
You loved ladies differently
Treat me neverthlees innocently
Books in my bag you see
Despite eternal of wisdom seeds
I can’t you give either smile
Pass carefully, without haste
You know we jet will meet in heaven
In dancing each other long time
Your era two cruel world wars
Atom bomb, Holocaust
Mental declin, technical progreess
Great scientific theories
Now me era has begun time
No oned knows where it leads
There is hope in your smile
The joy and dancing until dawn
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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