The Name Of My Dream... - Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska
Oh, where are you heading creature divine, as you run through the unknown expanses?
What song do you hum galloping alone when your mane so carelessly dances?
If only I could follow your path and gently touch what your eyes can see
to live and breathe the way you do, to be free... to be free... to be free...
Oh, let me be just a mere speck of dust and softly cover your saddles back,
so you'd know no sorrow would ever break you, no pain would ever stack...
If only I could become the shadow when you rest your head under the tree
to hug the same dreams the way you do, to be free... to be free... to be free...
Oh, let me be your misty silhouette, so I'd know clear air's cooling touch...
Let me be just a tiny, silver nail - your shining horse shoes' perfect match...
If only I could become the rhythm of your heart beat when to the light you flee
to know the truth and the taste of real life, to be free... to be free... to be free...
To the memory of Marian Rajewski who had been enslaved and forced to work hard in Beltchley Park almost on his own...
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