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

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Thursday, 3 July 2014


He is a lion. Strong as a stone.
His thoughts are right, his mind is clear.
Days passing by- he is alone.
Alone and yet he has no fear.

Love? He had it all. He got so tired.
Betrayal? Every single day.
Friends? None, just peace of mind.
Peace, that is nice, and oh, so grey.

The life has no surprises, none!
His life is busy, home is cold.
A sound- a voice! will bring the storm-
Destroy the old- and tear the mold.

She is his antonym. Pure. Gentle.
So full of life, colours and sun!
Astonishment. Craze. Elemental.
His sorrows- for once- will be gone.

He is afraid there is no place.
no place for him- in her kind heart.
He is too strong- he has his aims!
and she is- just a piece of art.

But he is happy. Way too bright!
That she's alive- and she's so near.
No urge. No promises. Just light.
Sun's everywhere. Now it's clear.

Amazing. Ultimate. So sheer...

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