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
You were bejewelled with the best… Your qualities, your eyes, and rest.. Bur covered are the faults, unseen.. To undermine the men you’ve been. I grasped the fog of leaving fall, and tried to leave the spoiled soul. So here’s the last word,it’s mine…
For I have reached redemption-line.