Writing about you
is like daydreaming
For my heart
surrenders to your beauty
With your rustic soul
surrounded by sleeping woods
and the water of the river Bialka
running freely through your landscape
one can taste and feel the past
And while i walk your ancient streets
with those beautiful architectural buildings
i breath timeless memories
Here one can hear
the sound of happiness all around
Here one can feel
the past and present melt into one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem