Telegram

by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak


Beautiful sunny weather
The whole world smells of spring
So you want to live

Doorbell

I’m not waiting for anyone
You’re so far away
I really like it when you wear the uniform

Telegram
For me?

With trembling hands
I cuddle up to my chest your name

This can not be true!
You had to come back in May

Sunny Sunday
World smells so beautiful
And I do not want to live any more

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