A LITTLE BIRD IN THE WINDOW OF MY HEART _______________________________________
Trough the window of my heart
Today morning I don’t want look
I revelated of my sorrow curtains
And I lifted only the anti-touch glass
Anything to do I don’t have the strength
With the stone which at me you threw
When yesterday my door for you I opened
I will later try to clean this stone, watch it
Because maybe precious treaure it’s a gift
Now to corner of my thoughs I pushed it
In the window of m heart looks the bird
A little bird with feathers golden-green
Suddently he flew here from somewhere
He shakes his head, has keen gaze eye
As if he was checking something or say
Then flies off behind clouds far away
My little bird with feathers golden-green
A mystery messenger, comforter
Did you give me a sign
To succumb to suffering
Of wich there are more and more
So tiny you was
For moment I you saw
But you mean so much
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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