A Piece Of Paper - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
I’ve found a note written with your hand -
A little piece of paper in my drawer
With out-of-date notes – my little island
With a buried treasure – I, discoverer.
I touch gently letters like the blind,
As if I stroked your fingers – one by one.
Scores of memories come in my mind,
I feel pulsating blood in your palm…
I can’t throw it away out of my desk.
It’s impossible – it’s too painful,
I don’t feel up to doing it – to wreck
The return to the past – the symbol.
I hold it close to my chest with sadness.
My tears fall down on the dear sheet -
All my life, and all my happiness,
And a priceless memory – so sweet…
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