Author

Alexander Zoltai
I'm a writer with roaring flames in my heart...
Forebear
Forebear
The chains of hollow
Imitation clasp their sterile links on
Minds so lost in routinized
Intentions…
Creeping Up a Hill
Creeping Up a Hill
Creeping up a
Hill of life from a
Valley too well-known;
This time, this
Time, reach…
Relatively Speaking
Relatively Speaking
Dreams are
Easy,
sweet as pie,
so soft to
Lie on,
so quick to
Die.