SZENTE B. LEVENTE
THE LAST IMAGE
His gaze was changing
Flying away
Through the walls of the room
Our thin silhouettes
- Daddy – wait, don’t pass yet away
-We have to bid farewell to you
Let us be your penultimate memory
SEPTEMBER
Wind is coming
Invisible only
The roar of the distant sky
Is to be heard constantly
The wind caresses the silky-like
grass
Disarranges our hair with his
fingers
Sings of the heavy storm
And of the rain have arrived
Tell me nowadays who understands
The messages of the drops from the
sky
Why did we become and are still
Defenseless toys of others
Whether a new September will come
ONLY
You want
only
All to change and become better
You want
Only
Fire burning forever
A real fire in our hearts
You want
Only
A hand holding your hand
A smile a laugh nearby every day
Only
A touching
Similar to yours
What you
Pass to other on
TRANSLATED BY ISTVAN DABI
SZENTE B. LEVENTE
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