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This is my first English poem.

My steps disappear in smog. Chimneys of death just smoke. Blue sky, Did you cry? The painful chorus of trees break the air. Everything becomes da..

To T.L.

Firstly I wrote this poem in Hungarian on a cold winter day and once I decided to translate...

This a simple translation of one of my hungarian poem without rhymes...

Everything which we have ever created gained meaning by us. A minute, a touch, not much. A word can be the world...

I wrote this poem to one of my friend...