"Thanksgiving"


Thanksgiving. Threnody II
I should give thanks to God
for Your long, long life.
It wasn’t the life thrown
out, but that’s building was hard.

It was a great fire,
which You saw from burning Warsaw.
The war was ending finally.
We were to be the servants of Moscow.

Keep calm, Justina,
open Your heart.
Your granddad is living
still, to heaven he comes.

Stay in my heart, granddaddy.
I will always remember You.
There is only the death of the body
and the soul merit heaven soon.
                                    Thursday 17 – th Oct. 2013 9:07
                                    my room on the bed


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