Poems

1. A forest fire will not hide tears,

That they flow like a stream through the body.

And the roots will not leave a trace,

Which grow in the ground.



And oppressed by the wind to dream,

And he speaks only in his head.

People like him don't belong here.

Ruin a fateful day.



And after a few centuries,

When the planet comes down.

We will bow down to dreams.

But for now, there are hopes.



There are no obstacles and disputes on the road,

Only the wind is on the way.

Congestion will be confused like children,

And adults should dream.



And people are attracted to themselves more,

They strive to bring everything to life.

Except there's no way back.

And there is only one way to sadness.




2. There is hope and success in the team,

And camping is not a fighter for life.

I take you at your word that I will come.

But there are no shackles in the kingdom.



The truth tickles, closing phrases.

Success does not lie in love.

And let the hopes be in the chair,

And life is one, and you can't fall in love.



I haven't dreamed of a long road for a long time.

The princess hid inside.

Horses' hooves are disturbing,

But they'll close the door on the way.



And only the strong and powerful,

He will face the truth in front of his eyes.

And revenge is not worth it, faith is better.

It will shut us all down for centuries.



And round dances are not sung on the suit,

Fools clap their lips.

The deadly number is running out,

It's time to wrap up the ends.




3. The wingless Western cadastre,

That everything is covered in captivity.

The closed city is damp.

It tells the story of forgotten ancestors.



There are many such houses in the world,

But this one is definitely unique.

The spirit and the light live inside him.

His name is beautiful, bright.



Endless expanses and landscapes.

They keep beckoning friends into the distance.

It is difficult to describe in words today.

Who is faithful, every day he is his own.



Dreams don't know where the truth is.

And the heart warms its shores.

So really, they don't live here?

Sometimes it seems to me that this is a myth.



Moments are appearing more and more often,

Which are not visible from the hill.

Forgotten by the fog, there are mansions here,

Which sparkled with silence.



There are actually few of them here.

Part of the story disappeared on the first day.

Where did everything go? How to understand where?

I can only hear someone's voices.




4. The hinge path to the west, to the sky,

Mysteriously disappeared since those years.

The forgotten boy is omnipotent.

For being so lightly dressed.



The boots are covered with feet,

The arms are hanging on the bones.

A dog is playing with a bunch of,

Where the skeleton is buried by the stream.



No one can dig a hole,

Find all the tricks of the walk.

The pattern will summarize,

That everyone is equal before God.



And balance does not judge a person,

And the verdict is given by one judge.

And thirty years in the palm of your hand,

And the prisoner did not come to his senses.



And the wind is howling in freedom,

Calling for the will to heaven,

But not fate before the law,

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