Love!
And you appear in the sky
Warm magic is warmed.
The constellation cloak is dressed
You shine life light.
Im here, find me!
In the glow of galaxies clusters?
Or in the thousands of sun links?
Or is it in the wind of the sea?
But life runs like the sun.
And see its sunset.
And there are no patches among the senses,
Love! But life will create Love again
The sea was splashing around the stones
Splashing sea at the stones
Throwing oil blend.
And the beach seemed like a trap
Sand with fuel oil suspension.
There was silence all around.
Coastal pebbles only.
And the noise of the surf only,
Called and cried, like a child.
He called people to him
Enter the expanses of the sea:
Go swim, jump in me,
In a wave game arguing.
But no people, deserted beach.
Call that one listens to the mushrooms,
Beds, lonely ridge,
Frowning eyebrows-blocks.
He remembers the noise of the fun days.
Transparent waves game.
And this sandy beach.
A crowd of people and day dawn.
When the sparkling star
The suns ray in the waves fell.
And sprinkling a golden spark,
In the abyss has become.
But the proud sun has risen.
Waved from a height
Spreading a bright wing,
Frozen in the beauty of beauty.
And the brave ray has reached the bottom.
He lit the sand.
In the radiance of gold, flashing,
And the sun for a captive.
But remembers Ridge another sunrise.
In the black oil slime beach.
And there is no longer clear waters,
And in the waves of muddies swash.
I see mountains of green beauty
I see mountains of green beauty.
Motley wild rose bushes,
He broke the tent under the height,
And the blackthorn has grown nearby.
Crevice notch wrinkles,
Gorges mountain blue.
Weave the face of gray peaks
In the elemental current of anger.
In the unrestrained snatch of the swamps.
And in the explosion cataclysm,
Formed a chain of vertices
And the clouds above them are mane.
Shining hats of snow,
The magnificence of the rock,
Ridge above the steeper shores
In a smile, escallop shines.
Here the sea is splashing at the feet
Gray ancient Caucasus.
Here a threshold for himself he created
At the entrance to the harbor immediately.
And the approaches to the steep mountains
For power hid the boulders.
They, going down to the shores,
Bite the sea swell.
As a guard stands gray Caucasus
The tops of the sky ripen.
Legends of the Highlanders, an ancient tale,
Over the sea, the songs legends sing.
We agree on the views
We agree on the views,
You are sixteen, you are in a hurry to become an adult.
And Im in my thirties, with a gray near.
Me, girl, young.
With a sly look cast carelessly
Meet my tired look.
And next, matured, it is important
You say to me: Hello! And Im glad.
As alms, I did not expect a smile,
And I did not catch a glimpse.
But suddenly yours are like petals of a sponge
With me everywhere, and Im glad.
And I meet again with a smile,
And, Hello! Tell me the same as yesterday,
And I am ready to call you a dove,
You, that my youth has saved.
Kiev Sea
Clouds roam over the plain of the Sea,
In the wild wickedness, Waves argue with the Wind,
Float rises higher
Play with a cloud in the sky, but do not hear
Clouds Waves stubborn aspiration.
Only see the evil unrest.
Tired of the Sea of Waves.
Anger turned here into a kiss.
Love poured along the banks.
Humbled their argument here and there.
The Golden Sun shone,
Smiled Sea Sky is blue.
I ran after the sun
Behind the Sun, I ran:
Stop! screamed.
But time is not to curb.
Sun began to run away.
I grabbed a ray of gold,
I shout to him: Wait! Wait!
Stop and rest!
And the heat you sweep away!
But continuing your flight,
Said the Sun, in turn:
Ill stay and then
There will never be morning.
The night will be replaced by darkness.
And forever, forever will be so!
Oh, the Sun, keep flying!
May the sunrise be yours!
And in the afternoon, shining flames!
Warm up your people!
Cheer up the evenings
And do not forget to return, during!
Stranger
The girl in love with the movement.
Girl with speed on Thou
Girl inspired.
Not bright, cute beauty.
Gave me a smile at the meeting
How to give people the beauty of flowers?
And I saw her sharper,
In that smile, your features.
In the eyes of sparkle, femininity tender,
Like the glare of sunlight,
Shimmered before in the waters,
In the pools ow of eyes now.
And lips, flower poppy,
On the stem of the mill thin,
A petal burned in a smile
And in laughter he gave a bell.
And in the ashes with gold hair
He burned down and wilted.
And then her voice spilled,
As if suddenly the spring started to sing.
She told me: Movement
And the speed with speed I love!
And I catch, only that moment,
And fiddling imagination.
And our conversation flew on the wings,
On the speeds of motion beauty.
What used to be sung in bigly,
Space sees the height.
And Speed, arguing with the girl in flight,
Her up to blue height lifted,
She told me: There is something in it,
She could fly, becoming a pilot.
But the voice of stupid speed, not hearing,
I am fascinated by the beauty of maiden,
What raised us higher and higher
Already soared with you, as extraterrestrial.
The space parted before us.
Imagination suffered ship.
And the stars, the myriad points, themselves,
Rush towards, like the Crab Nebula.
Suddenly the stars turned into a day.
The ship bus became usual.
Noisy behind the glass of trees canopy.
And I called the movement of the heart.
But all in vain. We sailed to the city,
Work waited for us and life.
And the whole day, I felt like hunger
In the space of the stellar movement of the stench.
Her, that gave me a smile.
Her in love with flying.
And figure her is like a flexible floret,
And the voice that sings in me.
A meeting
At the tram stop
I met with you.
In a new denim dress
In a mini-skirt blue.
Youre alone, and a number of people
You look into the rails of the canvas.
Here the tram, there further, goes,
Here in the crowd, you are not visible.
And fearing that I will lose
So, my favorite.
I run and glance,
And, having found, I sing in my heart.
Is that you? Nadia, hello!
How are you? And how do you live?
Not really, you know.
I knew you would find it me!
Can together, are you far?
Not! Im married already
It broke off, something bending,
The heart sank in the shower.
Loneliness
Like ringing funeral scary.
As the crypt cools the imagination.
And even say no sin
Youre lonely, no regrets.
I would run to the galleys in chains,
The whip of the slave driver,
I would love to take blows
For a friend, at the deserted coast.
But no, Im alone without friends in this life.
Drag existence somehow.
Although I have, maybe something extra,
But all this is so outwardly.
In the soul of desolation and loss
Those days that went through together,
With you that was once,
Now in heart you live mine.
I wrote a portrait with Muses
I wrote a portrait with the Muses visible,
The lines went flat and the syllable.
As if Id met my beloved,
With waterfall curls hair.
Trembled and smell like flowering,
As a motive lays down my syllable.
He is in your eyes. In the spring
Reflected in drops b could.
No, these poems are few, few.
Need to portrait thee write.
To make the lines more beautiful
Rainbow colors them to find
A phrase out of place
Old Phrase meaning is simple,
Sometime, with someone very famous,
She fluttered a simple bird
From the cell of words, it is open.
Then in the space of phrases
She was relevant and needed.
And soon to the heights of dreams
From easy to famous ascended.
So became the phrase that winged.
But soon tired of everything.
And suddenly disappeared from the mouth somewhere.
Where? In a book at all?
But our Phrase wants to rotate
In the circle of modern winged phrases.
Out of place with the mouth to break,
Among not relevant phrases.
All went passed by
Thou passed by,
Did not notice again.
Looking, as razor,
As sharp word.