I will post here poems that I write on my own in different languages: english, hungarian and russian

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Saturday, 14 September 2013


It is the way it has to be-
There will be losses, will be dark.
And other day the sun will come-
and wake you up with song of lark.

And I'm not afraid to fall-
I've fallen many times before.
Abandoned, lonely-I stood up.
But sad I wasnt. Just no more.

It is the way you learn to live.
And never trust. Never rely.
Dont be afraid-the Sun will come.
And all the pain- means you're alive.

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