Sasha

Андрей Чекмарев
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He was born by the winds of old Russia.
Day of birth was as warm as a sun.
Parents named him so tenderly - Sasha.
Such a name fits of poetry son.

Years of childhood of his passed in Moscow,
where first kisses our poet had learned.
He knew nothing of trousers Bosco.
Never tasted American corn.

Bread and milk were his favorite dishes.
Later, wine and, of course, sugar love.
All the women sent Sasha best wishes.
But he carried on hands one above.

She became of his death sadly reason.
Winter’s coming to us as a death.
Fall of gold was his favorite season.
Wind for him was of poetry breath...
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Awesome! Best wishes, Andrew!

Верочка Дмитриева   21.02.2020 17:37   •   Заявить о нарушении
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You are so loveley, my Love!
You are my loveliest from now on!
Thanks the biggest bin!!!
Your forever, Andrew,

Андрей Чекмарев   21.02.2020 17:45   Заявить о нарушении
so miss you! favorite poet of all time)

Верочка Дмитриева   21.02.2020 18:03   Заявить о нарушении
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