Узелок на память... Knot on the memory ...
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I have a knot tight,
At the edge of the left two tears,
I have to bring back the memory of another
From the dumb hearts, where the missing pieces of ice,



As far passed, the seas and countries,
In the blind, by touch, counting the arches,
What still alive - it stars award
In lonely captivity of their liberty



I turn around in the rose garden bird
The wind that weaves a trill
And come the dawn, to you, lightning,
Do not forget me, I believe in you.
Облако Ночь: литературный дневник

Я завязываю узелок туго,
На краю оставила две слезинки,
Я по памяти возвращу друга,
Из немых сердец, где пропали льдинки,

По далёким пройду, по морям и странам,
По-слепому, на ощупь, считая своды,
Что жива ещё - это звёзд награда,
В одиноком плене своей свободы,

Я в розариях обернусь птицей,
На ветру которая плетёт трели,
И приду рассветом, к тебе, зарницей,
Не забудь меня, я в тебя верю.

She was ...
Night Cloud
She came and sat on the floor,
And silence on the walls of the solution,
And, perhaps, forgotten,
So much that I can not remember,

She uncovered a fan holds,
Do not leave the lotus of the posture,
And old long-leaf sere roses,
Meshali in sight, as the old thorn,

It has not yet released the spit,
Not yet produced poultry flocks,
More bosoyu not walked in the dew,
Do not know the hell, seeing the heaven ...

She did not learn in an environment
And leave the ground smoldering,
And out-of-bezdyhanya captivity,
Back to the sea Greda,

She was ...
========= Receive my soul cry:
- I'm tired!
I walk in the wilderness deaf, and my little
I love delay, no response,
A haze of words allowed the ship of dreams into oblivion,

Keep on the shores of wild passions,
I wish the bank, not a suit,
Languishing sorrow give land
Take away the same, my rest - I trushu ...


Stumble - delusional flattery, cool,
I am in the fingers is the place - I forget,
Hear from droplets, and vice, - leave the old,
Fascinate - poems, grezhu peccant ...