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EDINA BARNA
Night train


Only the melancholy
embraces me,
while the night train
softly rocks me.
I travel much more far
than its destination...


There was a word

There was a word
but I forgot.
Just remained
the memory
of its existence,
the feeling
of absence
and the hope
that one day
I will remember it.
 

Life-way

We are like raindrops which
are crossing each others
on the car windshield and
their independent journey
becomes one in the storm.

 


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