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My Poor Happiness
by
Jolanta Gradowicz
I touched my poor happiness -
It trembled instinctively.
And then I felt its loneliness.
Suddenly it moved back rapidly.
I was afraid it wouldn’t return.
It looked at me with pain and sorrow.
I desired to touch it time and again.
I didn’t want it to leave me alone.
Stay with me, don’t go away!
There are only tears, and darkness,
And emptiness. Please don’t delay.
Come back! And don’t be so helpless...
I can’t stay here forlorn. I must hope.
I can’t cope with the uncertainty.
I want to go on ahead and not to mope.
Consider it, and take pity on me.
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