daugther | daugther
Feb.01.2009
A poem written by Bozena Intrator for her father.
We will walk together through the meadows…
It was a beautiful summer day,
late June.
The air was full of flowers smells.
My father said with a quite voice:
“Next year we will walk together -
hand in hand -
through the meadows by the lake Necko
and...
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