All the way from Kielce,
The sky was gold.
But grey seeped in,
The nearer to Kraków I got.
Until,
At Zastów,
The skies opened,
And Poland said goodbye.
© M.H.
All the way from Kielce,
The sky was gold.
But grey seeped in,
The nearer to Kraków I got.
Until,
At Zastów,
The skies opened,
And Poland said goodbye.
© M.H.