submission by Istvan Dan Molnar Uriel

[Istvan Dan Molnar Uriel]

Summer

on the beach, on the ashore

red stripes, wet tights are straining

there is a good price for the lightweight tulle

fresh breeze after running rabbit like a hobbit

golden chamois, wormwood
flowing meager meadow

the silver is shining with blending

with breeze and by ring of heaven

the bee comes, he comes, smells

he grumbles and goes to the wild rose

the angry rose bends red

but still slim yet the summer

but there are more and more soft bugs

blood strawberries on the sand

ponder and snuffing is the hooker

when the storm rages on the leaves

this is my summer moving fast

the wind is on the devil 

but heaven shines and shines

my companions is the snath

before its late heal the sick dawn 

ah the patient is now poor

and I sit so faintly here

on the threshold of the earth


unpublished

2018-04-06 15:39 GMT+02:00 Istvan Molnar:
    My dear friend I wrote this poem today
    I finalized half an hour ago
    Cheers