There was a family on my bus
I thought they came from Russia
Or Moscow
And I thought
...
We who know
the magic silence of the night
as half embraced by sleep
we slip inside the timelessness
...
The window
Welcomes
Heart of England
Judges to the
...
Those who understand their gardens cannot be hurried
They understand the time
Theirs is a will
...
Perhaps
the folks that stand
along Szépvölgy út.
on Saturday
...
Upon the cloth a single petal lay
Full red like blood
As early sun arose to draw the day
Skies white as late spring can
...
It’s fair to say
I loved you more
when I believed your words
I will not call them lies
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My true love
had a silver hair
all sprung
amidst her raven
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