A keresés eredménye

Tired

I'm tired of waiting for you
with my arms bare of affection,
longing to hold you close,
thinking of the pleasures
of those nights, gone and fictitious.
 

Strange Ashen Dust

Strange ashen dust
painting itself in colors,
I realize you adorn yourself
to hide the perverse.
Since you are so fickle,
you take shape at will,
and blindly overflow
into a tempestuous stream,
skillfully sculpting souls,
but then renounce them.
 

Mourning blue bird-of-paradise

Mourning blue bird-of-paradise,
the raven with its wings so somber
takes flight into a sky of olden days
and flies faraway
soaring by balconies in the night.