Friday, November 1, 2019

MÓNIKA TÓTH



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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