Monday, October 1, 2018

ISTVAN DABI



ISTVAN DABI

Xxx

Go, hurry, run fast
An invisible voice told him
And he ran
Though didn’t know where
But hoped
It will be better
After having reached the unknown goal







Xxx

Same flakes stopped
On the branches of a pine
In front of my window
But a sudden breeze
Swept them all
And after a minute
I didn’t remember more
The snowing






FOREST AFTER STORM

Trees stroken by lightenings
Are lying in the mud
Amidst big, fat mushrooms
Bleeding eggs smashed to pieces
Under the gray heaven birds
Are circling with wings dusty by tears

ISTVAN DABI


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