OLD HEART OF GARDEN, HEART OF MAN ———————————
In a forgotten, old, niece garden
Trees wither, dry up, approach death
As of an old man half-sleep thoughts
He unhealthy already, abandoned
On tree patent trunks climbs
Ivy, hops, wild wine
Like an old man’s memories
Protecting him and compelling
Overgrown spreading of trees branches
Unsupported, bend, break
Just like intentions, plans, dreams
Once bold, joyful, now decayed
A little river between trees flows
Fly over it silver-wings dragonflies
Drains away yellow leaves hence
Flute by breeze knocked down
Dragonflies like news,like smiles
Leave as hopes, thought’s shadow
Breeze like passage of time
River as heart of garden, of man
Trough river, someone built a bridge
Wooden,strong, nice, intricate
There he dreamed, pondered
Walked with fiancee, with their kids
They greeted birds on the trees
That here their grandfather planted
Birds sedentary, birds migratory
These people had leave this place
Trough bridge passes someone
Sometimes locking for something
Old heart of garden, heart of man
Is still alive,he’s missing, he dreams
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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
Corection: ,,,On tree trunks patiently climbs..