19 June 2017

Awakening

In the corner of the garden
the morning still takes a rest,
strews flower petals on the wound
that the dawn cut on my breast.

My desires slowly calm down,
the silence flows, like a stream...
It's the last awakening now,
everything was just a dream...






















Ébredés

A kert sarkában megpihen
a délelőtt egy percre.
Virágszirmokat szór, tegyem
a hajnal vágta sebre.

Csöndjét magamon átmosom,
vágyaim elcsitulnak.
Ez most a végső ébredés:
minden más álom volt csak.














































7 comments:

  1. Wonderful images and intriguing words...
    Stay well and enjoy the Midsummer weekend! ♥
    The weather here is not warm, but that means the fresh green will stay longer.
    Big hugs!

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    1. Thank you, dear Sara! It is hot and dry here... I’m wishing for cooler days! Have a delightful weekend! Big hugs! ♥

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  2. I think this poetry is some of masterpiece.
    I can feel the edge of pain and ocean of darkness from where the glory of dawn rises

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