MÓNIKA TÓTH
Sadly
sadly
it
isn't true
what
they say
time
doesn't
heal
all wounds
there
are some wounds
time
doesn't touch
Early Morning
Early
morning
As i
write
My
tears flow
Like
waterfall:
Because
Spring
colorless
without you.
The
green tea
without
you
is
tasteless.
Without
you
each
day
a
quiet suicide.
About Love
I
softly lay my lips on yours
Maybe
love
I hold
you within in my heart
In my
soul
Every
season
Maybe
love
Dear
With a
simple look
You
took my breath away
I
don’t know
I cry
like a child
We Meet
he ink
flows
I
write for you and
I
confess
The
truth is
We
meet
Two
beautiful heart
Two
beautiful soul
Together
we compose
The
best of poems
Leaves
The
leaves are cool to the touch,
and
pull away from my fingers
in a neighing
breeze.
I look
at you
I look
at you
and I
feel that
I
cannot breath
love
is magic.
I love
again
I
listen the song of heart
life
is wonderful
I lose
my mind
Love
Love..
A
short moment
In...time.
Don't
waste it...
It's
the only you have.
MÓNIKA TÓTH
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