Photographer's Note

When I went to men, it rained whole day,

Under evening oneself for me the sun looks at -

Eh, reddened how maternal eyes,

What she looked me blessing in valley.

Wind hummed after field, and wheat ears

The drops of bright dew the skahe off on path.

After forest, after forest, through dark bushes,

They on crow's branches croaked above me –

It seemed orphan's heart so,

How something in air after forest would cry.

I looked before me it - was not anybody,

Several dark pines in the ground bended.

Futile I after road looked for me,

One only star winked on sky,

And this got drowned in dark, dark wave;

It was not anybody - and I went further.

And further, and further in wide world, debts, -

Visit me healthy, Mazovian trails!

Teofil Lenartowicz

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