April
April
This month is the fourth, an illusion
New feelings, imagined perspectives
Lie, only dream, a recurring phenomenon
Nothing else, nothing special, trapped life
Yes, life radiates from the swamp, dark light
Swamp vapor is a sharp darkness. Dark sharpness
This is my April. Walking in a lightless landscape
There is sunshine, bird chirping, new greens, spring life
A bench is still there, in life, in my life, a loved place; love
I'm just sitting there, remembering the past, here the first time
Time, the evil guard, soldier of the passing time, killer of my life
Good to remember the deleted and destroyed theatre of shine
It is so far an illusion, it is so far this illusion, time got past
Time is April, but rolling film reels from the past, months, years, times
This bench is a time. The lake is a life. Names on bench. They passed away
I found them on my smartphone. Lived in London. Here. Not too far. Artists
Their life was noble. Man and woman. I respect their marriage. I sat on their bench.
Goodbye April
Goodbye time
Goodbye present
Goodbye life
Spring life, feeling
Birds are singing
Lives again lives
The sky is blue
Time, time
Don’t do this
Please
My life is far
Goodbye
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2025
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