
On Balaton
It was a place called Balaton,
where first I looked, and gazed upon
a gently rippled, land-bound sea,
A beauty there glanced back at me.
The wanderer I am was calm,
my nomad heart was given balm.
As glasses filled with sweet Tokaji,
I grew in knowledge, and my eye
was drawn to her, that gentle grace,
a luscious curve, a sun-kissed face.
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