The Garden of Dance
written by: Maciej Pająk (Matthew)
The roots of trees in ballet shoes
The green leaves waltzing
The petals colorful dressed
All magically swirl
In the garden night fever
I stepped into the garden
And at once
Got the fever myself
My poor head filled up
With the melody of emptiness
I forgot how hard was
The pavement of my ordinary
Existence
I forgot my enemies
And friends
I forgave all the bad deeds
Against me
All sharp spears
Pointing at me
Have broken
Sacred oblivion-
What a gift I deserved from
The powerful garden
I asked the nearby tree
“Would you dance with me?”
It nodded…
That dance
Became my vocation
My swirling fever
Will last for eternity
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