My poems are so airy,
and Julia is their addressee.
They swing like cherries in the wind,
and melt in mouth like little strawberries.
It's only air that rules over our prayer,
and lifts it up, to heaven, to the air.
and there words themselves lead their life,
and only hearshot there, the touch of mind.
There legs are pull of heart, and hands of rhymes.
and there motif talks, not a prose line.
And all is ruled there by Light itself,
And it like Father answers and dictates.
and in that world without physical bugs
transforming is immidiate like laugh,
And like a glimpse of happiness through verse -
it's just the shade of dark what we enjoy.
My poems are so airy,
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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