Poezja

Travelling through the land of greyness
I look for the first flowers of spring
 
I am waiting
to meet what is going to happen
- a bright new day
a night filled with dreams
 
about the other shore
to which there spins a bridge of
faith
hope
love
 
there among the wild horses
we will go ahead
through the green hills and valleys
holding hands
 
to our eternal
destiny
 
 
                       2007