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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