Hamuzöld puszták kiégett medrén
Kiköptem a szívem mert nem érti
Felszántott temetőnek hamvvedrén
A rózsaszál vörösen kísérti
Füleit ötven orgona bántja
Szemeit alkony bíbora tépi
Bőrét a sima szellő lehántja
Volna bár oly silány minden férfi.
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Who am I?
- Lone Poet
- Who am I? It's a question I ask myself time to time. I've come up with different names for myself. I was a preacher, I was a king, I was Misery Incarnate... but eventually I'm no more and no less than a lone poet, buried alive, waiting to be excavated. To be loved. I live for the moment when everything is all right.
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