One Poem by Michal Lukasz Weber

There are many good trees,

But I have one favorite tree...

Remember? When the sky was falling on our heads?

It protected us and gave us strenght.

There are many good windows,

But I have one special window...

The darkest darkness, the brightest light.

There are many good rivers,

But I have one favorite river...

You said 'I'll take you somewhere pretty',

Pretty? No! This place could be described only by a song.

There are many good roads,

But if I took any of those, I could've never realized,

That time and space are just an illusion

And that we're no closer to each other

Than two stars in two different galaxies...

Yet, paradoxally, we're both part of the same star...

There are many good razors...