Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
A Tear Of Happiness
happy times flowed down tea
wiped with the touch of loved hands
so a lot our friendship was worth
and now love took the place for it
in the heart it sat down in the first row
as the spectator on the auditorium
close to the stage
and is showing what is happening
at the theatre of the life
it is checking for me
whether it was in a repertoire
space for the art about the truth
of such emotion what most beautiful
it is planning strophes in order
to spice up love
with the poetry of often
repeated words ...
Taste Of Life
sometimes I feel, that life strange has the taste.
Oh! If only this way to receive the sign of hope
and the chance on conditions betterment.
And maybe happiness, it is only
a mirage and an illusion?
the ozone hole,
the asphalt road,