( CYCLE : STIGMA OUR SOULS )
Among the nice mountains
Of the beaten track
Live my remarkable friend
In old with garden house
From her kitchen big window
Wild floral, herbat meadow
Colorful, humming, fragnant
Overgrown abanoded mine
In her room are great
Outstanding man big portrait
Of country’s history expelled
By current commie governent
My remarkable friend
Almost nothing me tells
About her years of youth
She liked dance
Had husband once
Was political arrested
Has interesting of humor sense
Of person who from distance
In our world observing events
Has visits now adult students
Recently fell in love
Tells me with blushing face
That younger he’s than her
He is artist, he’s big loner
He renovate her furniture
On motocycles takes in journey
Heart disease once she’s weaking
And in his arms suddently dying
At her funeral is her brother
Nobody know’s man here
But coffin carries crying he
Unknown artist, beloved her
Man too soon after died
Behind by her I have
Of Norwid’s poems books
Snow -white anemones
Spreading in my garden
Also few of her letters
Me there of evil she warms
I didn’t have courage
To ask her more, regret
She listen me prefered
Liked fierceness of my youth
I’m glad it give her I could
( October 19, 2024 )
