in friendship, moments lost are healed;
stones surge, bend and arch
so morning sun can shine
through kaleidoscope of glass;
even dust inside says: silence,
He will come again like stars.
Hungarian poems, translated or written by mc losh. Read by you.
give hope to all:
to all who've lost
false gods be false
whether they take
to victory or not;
but people -- be they shivering
while stand by side of road
ask change in plastic cup
who knows from where they came
and where they will end up;