back to Balaton I break
under thoughts of gelato
and teal sea toggled with
white sail wakes and
tight tan skin. How dare I
closed my eyes in that
hazy heat when now
in dreams I shiver with
splendorous nostalgics.
<<Belepni Tilos>> they said
and we didn't care.
As fireworks sparked
of our joy the warm
air and sweet water
kissed us good night.
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