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"Through the palms of the clouds"

The black cat of starless night
sneaks – steps are transparent.
The Moon Garden teases me
with petals’ lisping –
the golden echo of your Doppelganger!

Maybe our Sleep sees us
like a breath of flowing butterflies,
where the Garden and Moon catch again
the harmonious secret that floats on
the eyelashes of grass and pebbles of sky.

Here, through the palms of the clouds – the moon is falling:
and the trees - my witnesses of the fact that I see you again
through the elastic and mesmerized shadow.


"Ladder of days"

The staircase of days I ;m walking on
is catching me
Prayer candle
lights up evening
Creaky sun
shining first snow
The blue moisture of the ravine by the stream
Meadows will remind you of love
veiled by golden swell of branches
and petals
The watch exudes moments
they definitely are talking to you:
by silent explosion of secrets
a clear night illuminates
.

"White day by swan wing"

White day
attacked the black time mirror
by swan wing
The stone will grow
The tree is petrified
Mountain wakes up
by water lilies
in a quiet river
God will find himself -
in crying baby


"Unicorn"

Blue horn of the Unicorn
in the sky
screwed by horizon
Let your shadow
look
with depths into us
the wildness of your face
masterly
Our icon
ice
melting in fire of your heart
and in the heart of fire



"Burning string of the river"

Autumn. Despair of the gardens
is rooting
And the shadows of hieroglyphs and signs
everything is darker

Through the sky - pigeon
gateway.
Rivers will catch you
burning string
will scatter you
to the hills and mountains-
distant stars
herds of sheep

Herds wander
from heaven to heaven through hell
Fire in the mountains like a heaven ;s heart
of the sky
Your heartbeat
like the sound of rain
Dawn, child in arms
wrapped in fragrant hay of light
.

"It's you "
.
you are a living sky to me,
the grass that speaks of a free wind,
you are a running stream
diving between the thought stone,
it's you when it falls on my hands
evening sun,
the dawn of your love embraces me,
your mistakes make you -
perfect,
your weaknesses are your strength,
you are always incredible,
even your shadow smells like peppermint and
mysterious wormwood
.

.
"Rose Flower"

cilia of the moon breathe in the sky
windows and faces shine in the house
doze mirrors and photos on the walls
smells like oregano, clover and mint
women are sitting at the table
raised his tired wings
the walls are separated by memories
flutter dancing spirit
cloud of curtains
the breath of time wanders
spinning with a blizzard
every moment is born and
the universe of roses is dying
born again
her foliage is people with soul
angel.