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

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Sunday, 1 September 2013

SMILE

He was walking through streets, and searching for love..                                                                 for tiny candle of light.                                                                                                                      But the finding of it was never enough…                                                                                   Cause his soul was not outright.                                                                                                         He was looking at people with hidden disgust,                                                                               knowing he was the same.                                                                                                                     And his lonely heart-it was adust…                                                                                              from the dark,so insane…                                                                                                                 Just as dust.
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And she came through the dark,just as lightning through storm,                                                    making his lonely heart to beat fast.                                                                                             And his sorrows-away!-flying all, growing small,                                                                               they were leaving him there at last.
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So familiar was her smile to him, like an old memory from the past.                                             And he almost forgot his hatred,disgust,                                                                                             His lonely past of a weary dust,                                                                                                             his fears, his inside and outside rust,                                                                                                 So familiar was her smile to him, like an old memory from the past.
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Sunshine flow over rainbow sky made the birds to sing through the rain…                               Rain of colours and light, rain of sudden delight…                                                                              And the song was as plain…                                                                                                               …as a moonshine of night.
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Table. Paper. Inkpen . Feather. Curtains-away…                                                                             Light of stars was as dark as if it was astray.                                                                               And my thoughts dreaming up a wonderful day…                                                                           where all was so new, where I was a jay.                                                                                         Where the smile was waiting for me, like a fay.

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