THE PROMISE
A deserted garden there is
On island between two rivers
With feral old fruit trees
With unknown, fragnant flowers
Still growing amont the grasses
And also there is home tiny
No shelter, a picturesque ruin
In small windows lovely curtains
A half-destroyed furniture
For someone this cute place
Once was holy and great
He loved ,nurtured them
His halt lifetime, nice dream
To island by boat he reached
Or over two bridges far walked
There good friend him visited
He sang and banjo him played
Perhaps he had there pets
A dog, a cat, a chicken chicks
Now whereis he, the extile
Does he his paradise miss ?
Perhaps somewhere it exist
Like that, again he built
The garden for away, world two
The same flowers there bloom
Island Of Love this retreat
Was called by the newcomers
Few of they knew this place
They like to make love there
Deserved garden comes alive
Look of them, huming, smells
And at night the starry sky
Beautifies their love this all
We once to be used
But our love wasn’t true
It was a promise love true
The promise that it exist
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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
Erratum:
….He loved, nurtured them
This half life time, nice dream…