Stubborn
Heart
Stubborn like a wind-
Sometimes egocentric and rude,
But how beautiful on the inside...?
Thus an inner side of surface, a
beauty within,
So far away, a long way behind
reality,
She would wake you up with the spring
To sing for you like a bird sings at
dawn
She would also wash you up with the
raindrops of green
And feed you with the oranges- sweetly
and softly,
Just awake the bird of your heart and
sit down
On this memorable bench in Częstochowa
And read between Poswiatowska lines,
There is a light and there is a grain
of Love...
THE
EYES ARE NOT ENOUGH
The eyes are not enough
To learn how to see,
Another human under his skin,...
With all veins of frozen existence
And all roots of dying tree,
For one life is not enough
To learn how to understand
A man who is infected
by own "self excellence"
Thus his eyes are not able
To see how to forgive
Without using the heart...
Just impossible to reach...
Same as Love's Philosophy
Without using the Love...
IF
WE ARE HERE ONLY FOR A WHILE
f we are here only for a while,
Then who needs this hate?
Do not listen to the mind......
Just open your heart
To the soft winds and stars
And hear the bona fide voice within-
If we are here only for a while
Then who needs this pain of doubts?
Every day the truth shines like a
flame
Somewhere in the middle...
A long way beyond this realm-
Somewhere between the fingers
Of a new SUN RISING...
[ANNA
ZAPALSKA]
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