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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