No tears flow down my face.
One cannot cry for what is gone.
The sufferings of the soul are far worse.
The heart is broken, the mind asleep,
so I cannot weep for my own mistakes.
Tell me, please — where are the people
who once loved me so much?
They never existed — we live by illusions.
Empty words cover the truth,
that there is no love between us.
So I will not weep for my own mistakes.
Let us unite with the soul, let us know ourselves.
Let us open the gates we ourselves have closed.
Let us not flee when it is time to fight,
nor speak when it is time to be silent.
Only such a path we must follow.
A grain of sand is greater than we are.
Our soul is a desert without borders —
vast, unconquered, yet sown with oases.
In each we shall find the water of life.
So there is no reason to weep for our mistakes.
Only rise and walk onward,
as the soul leads us on our way
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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