With the hope




With the hope
This poem I dedicate to Karol Wiśniewski

Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle. –
It’s my granddad’s illness.
I need to cuddle somebody
in the climate of the forgiveness.

Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle
to make larger my strength.
I kissed the writing Karol
the most precious in the earth.

Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle
only in the heart.
The earth is only a valley
of the sorrow and a happiness.

Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle
to make me a little smile.
I speak this language because I love it.
You love Blessed Caroline.
                                             Monday 15 – th Sept 2013

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