To Emily D. - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
You could touch life like nobody else.
When you put your letters in a drawer,
You had to feel isolated and worse -
You wanted to love – more and more…
Your verses - short subtle messages –
Disappeared in a dark wooden box.
Those works of art, the little miracles
Were waiting patiently like ships for docks.
Today everything seems to be different;
There are different times and even the sky.
Yet, true love still makes our minds excited,
And broken hearts can only bleed and cry...
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