Like a frozen stone
Without a glance being blown,
I got thrown away.
I was flying in silence,
Then, I moaned up without resilience
On a brick.
Through an eaves,
I fell into the stream's waves,
Unheard, unhurt.
Frozen imprisonment
Where the jailer is the detachment,
Not somewhat cold.
The spring is sobbing,
Its tears are smoothly rushing,
Pushing to a land.
Among stones standing,
Patience is suffocating, ending,
Drying crying.
Smooth hands,
Promising their hold never ends,
They disbanded.
In a new stream,
Me and solitude in a team,
But it's all fine.
Sleeping is the only way,
Not seeing when we're thrown away,
Again, again.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Like a frozen stone
Without a glance being blown,
I got thrown away.
I was flying in silence,
Then, I moaned up without resilience
On a brick.
Through an eaves,
I fell into the stream's waves,
Unheard, unhurt.
Frozen imprisonment
Where the jailer is the detachment,
Not somewhat cold.
The spring is sobbing,
Its tears are smoothly rushing,
Pushing to a land.
Among stones standing,
Patience is suffocating, ending,
Drying crying.
Smooth hands,
Promising their hold never ends,
They disbanded.
In a new stream,
Me and solitude in a team,
But it's all fine.
Sleeping is the only way,
Not seeing when we're thrown away,
Again, again.
Translation of my old Hungarian poem, "Kört kör követ".
03.08.2019