"The knight number six"
The knight number six

This poem I dedicate to Patrick Dunne

You aren’t my prince,
although You kissed and cuddled.
You mean very much to me,
even if we may not meet each other.

In the beautiful dreams
we went together
and You said about me,
that I was crazy and clever.

In the gate on the airport
You gave me last kiss.
Why couldn’t I forget?
Justina, my dear…

You called me Princess,
Princess of Poland.
You are good Christian,
where white flowers are growing.
                                             Tue. 8-th Oct. 2013 15.46

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