-To Pola and Wojtek Wę glarz from Szczawnia-
I found myself
in Szczawnica
The fate wanted me
while listening to birds singing
to meet a Kindred Spirit
and more than one
The fate
grinned
within the sun, trees, waters
and nearby rocks
The fate took me to
the trails of Pieniny
which... criss-crossed
with the paths of life
Thanks to this
I am coming out of the woods!
(transl. Annaya Chomczyk)
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Sanitarium like a place, when people 'done' rehabilitation... like many places in Szczawnica. People after every ill. Szczawnica is a beautifull place - city in Poland. In Szczawnica there are not only ills, but many tourists. Near this city there are mountains named 'Pieniny'. Please, look for example: http: //www.szczawnica.net, or: http: //www.pieniny.com; or: http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pieniny
This speaks more to me as rebirth rather than fate. Very lovely, Dorota.
fate leads you where it wants to...there is no way out..just keep going good one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem. enjoy the comforts and beauty of the place. nice voted10 surya