Poem by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
Dilemmas of the Heart
Each night I return to those green fields
To the fragrant linden trees, willows with the outstretched arms
I count, up there in the sky, storks arriving with the Spring
And in my mind, I circle around my grandmother’s cottage
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I listen to the brook babbling in the morning
And to grandfather’s violin playing in the evening
I bring my entreaties to the roadside chapel,
To allow the pilgrim to return with a bowed head
Each night, I return from a distant land,
To where you can hear the wonders of Chopin’s playing
To the fragrant fields of Mickiewicz’s* stanzas
Dabrowski’s Mazurka** will remain in the heart
And our flag, once blood-soaked
Now flutters proudly in the sun under the blue sky
It will always be a reminder to wandering Poles
Of the reason, our Grandfathers sacrificed their lives
© my series ”Heart with Polish Identity”
* Polish famous poet
** Polish national anthem
painting © Jolanta Zaniewska
© Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 
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