V. Varga TiborBudapest
Look at that window
Feel the great distance,
multiply it with infinity.
The city, the lens of my glass,
an abandoned ship full of thoughts
a city I will leave,
a city who is You somehow.
Air, just breath me in,
inhale the moment.
I will miss You, that…
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