tired of crazy storms

Tired of crazy storms, like a ship drunk
I do not wish anything anymore, but the  great silence
And someone, who understands my grief unnamed,
Someone, who hears my non – verbal longing;
Someone, whose bright soul will fulfill my life,
So I can be at peace of god and rest after my torment,
Someone, who will calm down my raging heart
by putting on my eyes merciful hands.
I’m going after my happiness now. After silence. To whom?
Which way? Ah – like a blind man! Simply – ahead.
And I know, I always get there, no matter which way I go,
‘Cause all my roads lead to you. 
Julian Tuwim

Cornwall

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2 Responses to tired of crazy storms

  1. Ooooh a great read! Thank you!!

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