Gentle Touch of Night

I see the stars looking at the ground,
I see the moon shining in the sky...
The night has come and it is around,
I feel a breeze and gentle touch of night.
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© Katia Marynowska

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The fir-trees are covered by snow
as if dressed in the precious gown,
The lonely bench glances
through the window of home
where everyone is happy
in spite of all troubles and hardships...
Life goes forward in the company of joy and despair.
The cries and smiles appear and disappear.
But serenity of pure heart
is a true treasure and guard against all evil.
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© Igor Marynowski
* Restored vintage photography "General view of the house in Zakopane village on a winter night", Poland, 1938.