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

Whisper

The leaves are falling off the trees-like past forgotten memories…
The road is long..so far away…And I’m not sure if it’s my way.
This walking on is all I have, the aim is to remain myself.
Through dark of tears,lies and sorrow…Life target-to survive till morrow.
When all will be just like before…When we won’t be dark anymore.

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