In english

IN ENGLISH
(2001-2005)
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I know a white town
Where you live in your nice room.
It’s so far from me.

* * *

The Reflection

That's official language.
Do you need a new shell?
I was loosing my first love.
Why'd God create this hell?

People are crying. It's raining.
Wind blows a lot.
I hear strange question:
Where is our God?

I'll run on the road.
What else can we do.
I'll believe in my hopes.
Do you love? Yes, I do.

* * *

Flying

Among the fetters,
Fields or ages.
They falled in abyss.
They are strangers.
It was inscription
On the wall.
Is it a wisdow?
Not at all.
That is like brush,
Color or pen.
That's noise of steps.
He's painter.
He's seeing light
Inside of rock.
What is the sadness
Or the talk?
By what is breathing
Of the line?
Which judgment destiny
Will chime?
Nobody knows
On the time.
But draw harmony
Of flight!

* * *

Gently violin-maker
Will stroke him violin.
Violin songs will changing
Our gloomy spleen.

Violin-maker will be
Snuggled up face to tree.
Violin breathing sounds
Will like the wind or sea.

We'll hear charming music
So this life is short.
We'll look at dreams about
Love... To come on the dot.


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Здравствуйте Сергей, это Катя(с остановки)))). Я тоже зарегистрированна на стихире, но давно не пишу((вдохновения нет. Вот решила зайти, ))) стихи очень красивые мне понравилось)))

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