ISTVAN DABI

ISTVAN DABI

POEMS

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If I were born elsewhere

I’d think in another way

I’d speak in another language

But I’d feel in the same way

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A bird thought
it was a flower

and it stood in a place

A flower thought

it was a bird

and it wanted to fly

they didn’t know yet

their life would be suffering

if they live in an different way

than their families and friends

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when a day is ending

another is beginning

After the old year

a new one comes

Where a river ends

a sea begins

each end is followed

by a beginning

can the death be an end

without a new beginning?

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thousands write poems

probably hundreds are poets

but where is the POET?

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once everybody arrives late on the station

and sees only the last wagon

with the person

whom he could love

who would be worthy of his love

ISTVAN DABI