MÓNIKA TÓTH

 

MÓNIKA TÓTH

 

What

 

What can I ever do now?

How can I drive off this word —

Hopelessness?

 

 

 

Our

 

Your word

My words

Our joy

 

 

 

Good Morning

 

Cold tea

With lemon

Meets my lips

I am happy

Good morning

 

 

 

You Killed Me

 

You not love me

Feeling my heart flow

In other words

You killed me

 

 

 

Destiny

 

I am writer

A pencil and paper are my home

Sweet destiny

 

 

 

Our Friendship

 

dedicated my nice Romanian friend

 

Our friendship

Is like a golden smile that

Warms the coldest night

 

MÓNIKA TÓTH