Faceabout Poem by Ildiko Guba

While the Ugly Pride of the Past
fallen down one Being Frightened,
he cried slowly from the torment
and his crushed heart cracked at all

His dead heart found pleasure in the
answering back to the skies,
he had his soul on a handshake
hitched upon the tender Love

Veins being weaved from his numb heart
‘cause of the touch came to life,
and the Ugly Pride of the Past
went forward with blanked eyes - alone,

and at the stunned Being Frightened
was laughing, just laughing but: the Love!