Without people it's sad
With people often... hard
Solitude sometimes desired
Once nearly accepted
Heart torn by dilemmas
Pride dare not ask
How do you live without poetry?
So that words don't drown
Maybe simply send them...
As echo or poetic whisper
Someone will always hear them
With his heart or soul
(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska)
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