Jolanta Gradowicz Poems
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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…
Help Him, God (To M.)
Help him, God. I beg you for support
For the lost soul at the sad moment.
Give him some consolation and comfort,
And don’t let him experience this torment.
Look at the human being with your favor,
And remove this burden from his heart.
His suffering – so great is the horror…
Please don’t be so long a way apart.