Where are they today, on what side, my favorite earrings? - The fire begins to die out, the poor girl wants to cry. And they don't know where and how - a great wind sprang up (…) And they don't know where and how - the oak leaves just fall, on the girls' lap leaf by leaf has fallen Girls will make aureate earrings from them. from the poem of Papusza "Leaf earings".
I was already very frustrated with my daily gallop due to the difficult experiences, and besides that, war broke out, and we can feel its exhalation also in distant Galway. I wanted to cry like the girl from the poem by Papusza because cloudy thoughts convinced me that I had lost something beautiful in my life. It was then that I signed up for the poetry workshop Snop of shadows led by the poet and prose writer Jacek Bierut. There was a winter poetry series online, a few one-day meetings. And I found myself in the last March class.
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