2 result(s) for Porcsalma Gólya Poems.
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Sunset Over Porcsalma
In Porcsalma’s fields where shadows play,
The sun dips low, a golden sway.
Amber rays weave through the green,
Painting whispers of bliss unseen.
Crimson clouds like brushstrokes bloom,
As evening hums a soft, sweet tune.
With each dusk, the horizon sighs,
A canvas of dreams and fireflies.
Every blade of grass aglow,
Wraps the earth in a warm, soft show.
In this tranquil tapestry, time stands still,
As Porcsalma’s heart sips the twilight’s thrill.
River of Memories
Through Porcsalma, the river glides,
Whispering tales where the past abides.
Each ripple a memory, flowing so free,
In the heart of the village, it tells me of me.
Reflections of laughter, of losses and gains,
In the dance of the waters, all joy and all pains.
Beneath weeping willows, in soft evening light,
The river remembers each sorrow, each bite.
Songs of the ancients, the laughter of youth,
Beside the calm waters, we gather our truth.
Porcsalma's river, a stream of our lore,
With every cool current, we cherish and explore.
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