l Am Far Away, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Divine Isolation. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian.
Always Easy And Burdensome, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Soul of My Soul. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian. (The photo as an illustration, depicts me in my 19-year-age.)
Always Easy And Burdensome, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Soul of My Soul. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian. (The photo as an illustration, depicts me in my 19-year-age.)
But by chance in the skies I meet a woman who is wise My fear of flying quickly dies Becuase I’m lost in her eyes
When we step back breathe, Something happens, I believe. For amidst all the chaos we see All the laughter that is to be.
Come forth from the veil, Swift as the winter gale. Let me be your alpha male To arouse and ______ you well.
The Rose, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVII, This Is You!, cycle Storm Tame. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in English.
The Rose, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVII, This Is You!, cycle Storm Tame. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in English.
The Promise, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVII, This Is You!, cycle Storm Tame. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in English.
The Promise, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVII, This Is You!, cycle Storm Tame. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in English.
Dance with my until earth burns beneath our feet Curves swaying in the wind to soundless music Stay with me until the sky shatters A wisp of the sun trailing after waning moon Save
‘Look up boy on the bus’ is a short love story where the speaker fell for a boy while commuting daily on a bus, later realized that she finally found her soulmate.
You don’t know yourself until you’ve loved someone else. Until you’ve seen a part of yourself in another person that you’d been blind to before. Until their pain is your pain and their smile is…
