It wants to break free,
burst out
and blossom into something
fresh and new.
But the clouds of discontent
only cast their dark shadows
over these days of harsh reality;
bring deeper reason for concern.
The raging season
has not ended;
it simply ushers in more storms
and here come the tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in every age there are tears, clouds, storms and anger; but after this time there is a sun; good poem Dorota