Mad and Beautiful

 


My mad and beautiful girl. 

I honor your fight against a faceless bureaucracy, 

have tears and sympathy for 

the scars of your chains that are so like my own. 

I understand, 

yet know the fight is not for us or against an enemy 

but for the soul and humanity of everyone 

that starts at home with soft words and tender kisses.

 A tree begins as a humble seed, 

and love starts with a smile.

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  1. BeckyMay 17, 2026 at 9:19 AM

    Hi Ryszard! I haven't been to your blog in a while and just thought I'd stop by and say hello! So...Hello! :)

    This poem is lovely. Give your mad and beautiful girl a hug from me, too.

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