Every New Day Is a Flower

Every new day is a flower
That is blooming in our hands.
When love is alive, night never comes there.
Heart is a part of a human
That in longing can love and wait.
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Poem by Adam Mickiewicz, translated by © Katia Marynowska.
* Photography "Little White Flowers" taken near the lake in Podwoloczyska town.