Jolanta Gradowicz Poems
A beautiful Flower is growing here
In the sunny, and neat, and tidy place.
Its leaves and petals seem fine and clear.
I dream to pick it gently and embrace.
But the Flower doesn’t belong to me,
And someone else will enjoy its odor.
Someone’s hands planted it under the tree
In the fresh, crystal clear air.
I can’t resist its exceptionality,
And leave it indifferently, and go on.
I look at it with curiosity
While it seduces me in the sun…
There Are Some Sounds
There are some sounds of music
Which fall deeply into your heart,
Nestling there – quiet and magic,
Being your inseparable part.
There are such lines of stanzas
Which cling to your soul forever.
You don’t guess their importance
Though they are the best words ever.