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

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Monday, 2 September 2013

Avalanche

You dont hear it until it’s very near.
And fear is growing,the wild beast-fear.
And you dont run, you just look away
and try to remember that sunny  day
when you were told not to go up…
All just passed away. And then came the dark.

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