I sat down
on a bench
gazing at small cascades
on Grajcarek
hearing the swoosh of water
falling down
I am wondering
what next...
the time has stopped to myself
in Szczawnica
as if I had a plenty of it
for this moment of reverie
I am going to think of it
tomorrow
(transl. by Annaya Chomczyk)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah! right now you better enjoy the flow of water and the nature. beautiful write, . voted10 surya