A feeling, a sentence, a poem about the lovers which was born in a minute in Hungarian in 2016. Later, I translated it into English.
Lovers
Wishing the closeness,
Opening their arms,
Then weaving together,
Welded into one,
Skin touching skin
With caress and whispering,
Smoothly slicking
One soul to the other,
Where the arches of their hearts
Can find all their peace and wants.Budapest, 1 March 2018
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