Café w Warszawa Centrum

The people rushing by,

as I sit at my little table.

With a cup of Jamaica tea,

I hear the rumblings of an old stable.

As I wait for my evening flight,

the city clings onto my heart.

As my longings project from the future,

foreshadowing my remembrance of the past.

The waltzes accompanying my stay,

the people reading newspapers.

Melodic passions from afar,

somewhere beyond the oceans recur.

I sense your face in my words,

in dreams or life am I to testify?

A walk yet to take in Łazienki park,

yet with my pen at my diary petrified.

How I cannot save to be tender,

although my heart slowly withers.

How eloquent sings of my elegance,

even as my minimal forms weather.

Wintery airs linger on in March;

a glass of chocolate revives me.

Sweet delicacies are for the forgetful;

bearing the weight of the world, yet I am free.

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