piątek, 16 kwietnia 2010
By the River Wisła I sat down and wept.
By the River Wisła I sat down and wept. Over bad days and too great world. It is not me who has force and it was never me. So I wept and my dog came. "Can I sit with you here" He asked. Yes. We took a deep breath and looked over the water.
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