I once got a gift – little precious book of one
of my favorite Poets at the time.
Can you imagine one and only copy in the whole
wide world made especially for you?
The book as small as a cup… just right for your pocket
just right to make you happy when the wave of sadness
hits the banks of your life.
… just right …
„For you, Spark of Joy
~ to ease my sorrows ~
I give few of my evenings spent on
copying the poems
of the Sad Poet”
and here is J. Tuwim’s „Dream of the Goldilocks”
~ oranges and tangerines ~
Today the Sad Poet is not my favorite Poet any more
and the giver is long gone from my life
but the Gift is still
in my pocket
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