Magyar Poems
Hungarian poems, translated or written by mc losh. Read by you.
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Sunday, 24 November 2024
Charades
It's like a rehearsal
Where
each emotion
Is waiting to come on
At the right time;
And
each motion
Has significance beyond life.
"To everything, there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under heaven."
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