DROPPING OFF AT THE FIRST STATIONS OF THE TRAINS TO HAPPINESS ———————————
Dropping off the first stations of the train to happiness
Little children troughtlessly abused
Not by wars or cataclysms
Little children troughtlessy abused
in families, kindrgartens,even in meadows
When you were a little girl
A man shot your dog
In a flowery meadow
You were running happily
Dog was without collar and muzzle
He shot dog and your heart
And the reward was delivery
Of the dogs cut ears
Revard financial or even
Certificate of commendation
Another quiet and shy little girl
Not adapt to the kindergarten
Hour toilet regime
Prematurely contaminated in panties
She was stripped naked by the caretaker
And thrown into bathtub
We children were told to look ad it
And how there soiled panties were floating
Caretaker shot heart of thiese girl
And hung our hearts on the string of fear
Hurt children wait at the stations
For trains to happiness
Very rarely does someone
Pull the brake to stop the train
Grabs the child and takes inwards.
Children grow on the platforms
Of the Stations Of Hope
Some are kidnaped and abused by villains
Some are pushed or throw themselves
On the tracks to death
Only some children go hiking for happiness
On roads, paths,wilderness
Don’t get lost at the crossroads
Find help from peopple-angels
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You,a girl whose dog was killed
By a bad man in flowery meadow
When you were a cute young lady
Have a delicate face, very fair hair
You wanted to die
Look beatiful in a coffin
Yoy rejected your friend’s love for you
He wanted to teach your heart to love
After you never got married
You were like a rosebud thouglessly torn
And you let not be someone else
Rose garden ,your pride,monastery and prison
Overgrown with weeds
Roses vere eaten by aphids
Cause you’re watering the garden with bad water
The water of propaganda which you also drink
The evil forces took your heart, then your mind
You avoid the mirrors of truth
‘Cause there’s no reflction of you in them
There’s no one like you
As you see yourself
You reject those who remember
You in the meadow with your dog
And they wanted you to free yourself
From the power of this incident
You thrown out of the train to happiness
Go hiking from the station of hope
You got los and stubbornly go
The wrong way
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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