Poetry

It’s so difficult to write…



It’s so difficult to write
In foreign language line.
I feel I don’t have words enough,
To play with and combine.

I would describe hills, fields and seas,
And clouds in blue sky.
But I do not have paint enough.
That’s why I’m so shy.

I want to sing another song
About new fortune,
But I don’t have an instrument
And don’t remember tune.

My language has two colors yet,
Two colors – black and white,
But I am sure of my skills
To study and to write.




HAVE A NICE DAY


Almost every day
I hear like a pray:
Have a nice day.
And I want to add:
You have fresh bread,
Have a good
           Mood,
Have a nice
            Price,
Have a great deal,
Never be ill,
Have a good luck,
Have a safe lock,
Have a kind heart…

Learn it by heart.



A HUNDRED DEGREES DAY


Hazy,
Lazy,
Crazy
Day.
I would like
To stay away.

Sunny,
Shiny,
Brightly
Day.
I would like
To get away.

Where is nothing
Hazy,
Lazy.
Where is nothing
Daisy,
Crazy.

Where is no
So sunny,
Shiny, brightly…
It’s not funny.