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How long have I forgotten about you
Misty memory thinned the destructive depth of your eastern eyes
And I forgot the sweetness of your lips
And the tenderness of the hands
Captivating promises
I forgot.
The truthfulness of false words and bitter partings
And trembling moments of meetings
I forgot.
Painfully destroying yourself
and pouring blood over my soul. Cutting you out of my heart with a knife
I forgot.
I don’t remember the faces. Your hand and eye.
I forgot.
Leaving the two of us in the past.
* * *
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I am worthy of love and recognition
Highest honors, worthy of fame.
The best pen and ink master -
On the day I write four masterpieces.
As a poet I'm a cut above
All other modern poets.
If Pushkin would live in our time,
Even he would not be compared to me.
Super-great I am super-prose -
I wrote even more in a year,
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For three long work lives.
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All my works are here on the page.
Drop by me! Take a look! ...
Why have you forgotten about me?
There are no words of praise, nor fives.
The popularity rating is not growing.
This is stupid and not fair.
You do not value the best creations.
You are not even worth the little finger,
What presses the letter "I" in a laptop.
My little finger is all brighter than you.
All acknowledge and all bow
Before my all-round talent!
Why are you laughing at me?
Unreasonable, what's so funny?
Yes, you are simply unable to understand
The feelings of my refined depths.
Nearby, do not realize
The wisdom of thoughts, greatness, spirituality
These words that I publish for you.
You are not worthy at all
On the Internet to communicate with me.
You grow forever
To the masterpieces of my understanding ...
I beg: read, read!
Check out my page
And say at least two words!
I'm so sad! I'm so lonely!
And I beg you: do not laugh, do not laugh
And do not tear my fragile nerves!
Have pity on me - stop by!
* * *
He called on people to fight evil.
He gathered troops and led them.
He ordered them to live and love later.
Ah, how cool he was! Ah, how dashing he was!
He told them - he described the enemy.
He showed them all who brought trouble -
Those whose essence is a lie, meanness is great,
Whose life is evil, whose place is in hell.
He declared himself a messenger of good.
He declared himself the main leader
And said, “It’s time, and it’s time,
Drive the truth into people's hearts with your fist. ”
The leader promised a world full of happiness,
A fair world promised people.
He gave it in a shotgun, but didn’t lead it to a shooting gallery
And to death - Charon's gloomy berth.
Holy swore that there will be life afterwards.
Those who follow him will have everything.
It will be full of everything you want, the house ...
Only this road leads nowhere.
And evil gathered to fight evil
And human blood poured into the river.
Well, then what? Nothing later.
This leader died, but another came,
And after him there’s not one more.
* * *
He left a mark on history.
So thoroughly inherited
That he glorified himself forever
But it would be better not to live at all.
He led his soldiers into battle
For the truth, only for his own.
For everyone who died in battle
He said the words - a prayer.
He prayed to god for victory
Over the evil demon - the enemy.
I was completely sure
That only the enemy is responsible for everything.
Fiercely fought with evil
Believing myself a good saint,
Trained mind
Not understanding simple things.
He defeated evil more than once,
But evil did not become less.
Having killed the enemies, he did not save friends.
He fought with darkness and was himself to her.
He was different from the enemies
Only by winning
Only more lives killed
And he listened to the words of praise.
Only evil fights against evil.
Good is love and reconciliation.
Send for a moment
All the generals in the madhouse.
* * *
But I'm more
I will not let myself go
Nothing - yes ...
I won’t allow myself anymore.
My days
Quiet in years.
Years will add up to a share.
Share, fate.
I’ll go quietly on it.
I’m not expecting anything.
People ... Bound by morality.
Attached to the material.
In slavery to their expectations.
Ego serve literally.
Status.
Alien estimates.
They look at themselves in the mirror.
Everyone is looking at themselves.
On the walls of your bubble.
And floundering in a mess of emotions.
I can’t do that anymore.
I'm a boa constrictor.
Quiet my temper.
I look around.
Everyone is right.
And everyone is wrong.
And in the right to choose everything -
How much to blow a bubble.
And the degree of its transparency.
And the color.
And the rule - there are no rules.
There is no good and evil.
There is a tower on 102 floors.
Mirrors and frames.
And units to the ladies.
Mirror Maze.
And everyone is sleeping.
Does what he was allowed to.
And does not want more and more.
A green longing
For the braid and the sailors.
And a polirnem anesthesia.
* * *
Maybe stop sharing on those and these -
On your good, not good strangers?
We are on this small beautiful planet
There are no relatives and people among us,
Who would not have common ancestors with us.
The trunk of the tree is one, and the peoples are all branches.
Humanity is still a child,
And planet Earth is his cradle.
He is swinging in the cradle, he must be awake
Like a casement window without one of the hinges.
The cradle rolls on its side, ready to fall.
Playing in a cradle so violently is not good.
Hey people, maybe stop rocking the boat?
Far eternally we swim together in it.
Who, about dropped out yesterday, read the summary?
Terribly many people who did not have time to live.
Maybe stop playing “king of the hill” on the balcony?
Be careful, please, let’s drop our souls!
Separation is our biggest misfortune.
With him, we are very at risk of falling nowhere.
* * *
Around the silence. You are alone again.
The soul is empty. My heart is broken, my head is wind.
You're alone again ... Sitting by the window and crying softly.
And the phone is silent. No call, no SMS.
And silence is around, and you are alone again ....
* * *
Want to see you.
80 "I want" per minute.
All day in a dream.
I imagined - I'm near.
You ... Eyebrows up. Angry sniffles.
And the suspense in the look.
I want to see warmth and acceptance in my eyes.
I want my arms reaching out to me -
Cuddle, wrap me in a hug.
Endless winter.
Many cold months.
And there is no letter for me.
And I want warmth.
My sun to keep warm.
The wind howls in the soul. It's empty. One.
* * *
My life is empty without you
You didn’t even let me say goodbye
If I could forget you
But the eyelashes are raining
You left just dawn struck
I'm alone at the fate of the crossroads
I would be young but many years old
Standing on a broken path again
Again, rain is taking care of my face
Broken heart about the fate of illusion
Many clever aside sages
Knowing everything about a concussion
How to let me go I do not understand
I die to part with you
I only loved you
You offer me another to surrender
Broken to dust my old life
You are watching it somewhere
Someone will tell me supposedly be strong, hold on
And this someone in love does not understand.
* * *
Heart does not fly to you.
It hurts.
Letting go of him - on the wings does not rush to you.
Does not believe. Is silent.
Turns away from your photos.
Enough knowledge.
I do not believe in us.Enough of expectations.
Pretty empty dreams.
My beloved cannot be so indifferent.
Gasping for breath. Stuffy.
Fences of stereotypes are commonplace.
Its a reality.
Do not burn - smolder.
Myself and I do not believe you.
I love it anyway.
Your eyes in the photo -
I’m burning again.
* * *
Does not matter.
Cold outside or warm.
Does not matter.
Fly, go, sink to the bottom.
Back hurts.
Nothing! I will live!
He doesn’t care -
I went out / did not go out the window.
And in what condition is the roof.
He does not breathe.
And I will learn how to breathe something else!
And not My Lovely Monster.
* * *
"What is the minimum love can live?"
Sign? Did you want a sign?
To love without letters
One step left.
Why is that so?
From the first day I loved you
Truly, sincerely.
And today we have -
Almost "no letters."
* * *
A place where I am always alone!
A place where I am always alone.
This is where the pain is above the peaks.
Where there is never light.
After all, this place is my soul.
There the tears in the sea passed.
Where the fragments are so close.
Shards of a wounded soul.
Where the soul was broken like crystal.
Where the hail is inexorably going.
And there is a beautiful waterfall.
It is a pity that he drowns with sadness my garden.
Joy is out of place in those places.
After all, there is only a sadness waterfall.
There is only a place for me.
Where is my second self.
Says "kill yourself!"
There is no one there.
After all, they are afraid like fire.
The souls that so often broke.
When did a man come there.
Terrified and left.
After all, never stand it.
Pain that can overshadow the heavens themselves.
Why does it attract me so much.
It's time to restore my ocean.
Everyone has their own pain.
I'm going there.
To transmit power.
To raise the will again.
And proudly off my knees, get up there.
To proudly raise his head.
And to hell all the pain to send.
For life.
With a mask on his face.
And what the hell is going on in a wounded soul.
The best sad poems to tears
This fence is
The only place
Where can I be myself
On the brink of dreams -
The only place
Where can I be with you
Fantasy -
My territory
Where is the mistress of everything - me.
But in reality -
Rules and expectations.
And won't accept me real
My family.
My love is wrong.
For society - immoral.
If I leave without explanation -
I will be terribly bad for them.
If I explain everything -
I will defile the system of their values.
So messy daughter -
My mom can’t stand it.
Do not be able to.
How much wasted her labors!
To live for them -
I can’t be myself.
Better just a bitch
Than alien, unfamiliar impostor.
I have nowhere to be myself!
You do not need.
Only the fence remained.
* * *
The meeting place is white with purple.
I do not see you often. Probably busy.
Come for a minute. Take a quick look.
Buttoned and shod on all buttons.
Too rare ...
* * *
I was betrayed like a dog,
I did not look either forward or backward.
Next to her
I opened without a dark corner.
I glowed with happiness.
But it just seems sometimes
That without feeling this feeling,
Without a line,
Goodness and mercy.
That warm feeling
it remains to cool.
Behind the scenes,
Standing and waiting
While the depression on stage is dancing
Expressing everything
* * *
He likes to chat about anything.
He almost knows everything about nothing.
The facts in his speech have nothing to do with it.
Not from them he cooks all conclusions.
He likes to discuss nothing.
Nothing is the best topic.
This is his eternal theme,
His gift and another's problem.
He is an expert, studies nothing
And about that he writes thick books.
And talking from the screen about
That shifts are outlined in nothing.
He has a special talent,
Speak without stopping for hours
Without saying anything about anything.
For himself, he is a philosopher (like Kant)
And proud of his speeches.
He creates nothing from words.
Only human time devours
Shutting my mouth only in a dream
And the stronger and longer he sleeps,
Those in our country have more peace.
* * *
"I'm not needed", -
Sentence.
One.
Fence.
Misfortune.
Misunderstanding.
Into parts.
Survival.
To him!
Obsession.
Why?!
Immersion.
In yourself.
Into it.
Loving.
To the dregs.
Disappear
Not mine!
Only honestly
Enough of the fights.
* * *
I ask, tell me how ugly is your life?
How many tears were shed, how many sleepless nights were there?
What are you hiding in your heart? Often eats gnawing resentment
And the soul weeps from pompously flattering and vile speeches?
Tell us about unrequited love and reverently tender love.
That she could give everything in the world just to meet him.
With that beloved family that lived up to its former hopes.
With the one whom, if not broken, he will not be able to become just a stranger ...
Tell us about your dream. Let it be unrealizable, even ghostly.
And don’t, don’t cry, everything is transient in life, believe me ...
Someone lives in the past, someone in the future and present.
Life sometimes consists of successes, and not only of troubles and losses.
Well, I said nothing in response - worse than flattery, sometimes comforting.
And the advice of the wise, forgive me, you will not hear in response ...
Someone from above gives us strength to endure humiliation
So that from life one day get your lucky ticket.
* * *
A winter evening is knocking on my window
And the wind whispers something outside the window
But I hear your words:
“We are not destined to be together with you ...”
Why did you say that? After all, we loved ...
Or maybe it all seemed to us?
No, I just dreamed it,
And I do not believe restless dreams ...
I don’t believe that you forgot me
What do you not remember the past days ...
I want to forget you and hate you
But every day I love more ...
So now I remembered that evening
And those words of declaration of love ...
Yes, I'm sorry to not return those meetings,
But I'm proud, even call
I won’t answer your suggestions ...
I will tell you the words
that became my sad dream:
“We are not destined to be together with you ...”
* * *
Darkness.
Monsters lurked in the corners.
Come out.
Tired of fighting you.
Eat, drink.
You bloody mary?
There is one.
Settled in this cave.
Take my longing
Together with blood.
Do you need energy?
Only in addition with pain.
Good - emptiness.
Almost kindness.
And thank you Lord
What is nearby Schneider wandering around.
Optimistic, peppy and lively.
Messenger of Light and a reminder,
That there is another life beyond the wall.
* * *
I will not write to him.
There is no light in me.
He has the right to choose.
This is his life! His business.
I do not want HIM to poison me.
Leave HIM alone!
Let as you want live.
Take it! His decision is SUCH!
Do not dare to judge him!
He can, what he wants, think.
Who wants and how he wants to love.
With whom he wants to be or not to be.
* * *
I'll die for you!
From the windowsill
Yes out the window!
I'll punish you for being silent.
And I will come in a dream!
Reproach for unfulfilled promises!
For all non-answers.
For your dishonesty.
For judgment.
For untruth.
For false accusations.
Manipulation
Cowardice.
And hypocrisy.
Do not worry!
I will not do it.
This is contrary to my current
Life beliefs.
Just discouragement
And sadness is longing.
Hell probably
Something must.
* * *
I hid.
"I do not want to sadden you with anything."
Why bang?
To ask, tell me why?
I do not want for you
My beloved, problems.
My sorrow is
My personal rainy day.
For you - my love, and my rare flight.
I - hell, despondency, melancholy whirlpool.
* * *
Give me your hand, dear.
Hold me like before.
Warm, gentle and strong.
So that the wound would heal in the soul.
Keep my clouds apart.
Give me hope ray.
I'm dying.
Without you, I die of melancholy.
* * *
I look in the mirror.
Stooped shoulders.
No strength and energy.
Circles under the eyes -
Long nights marks.
A dull, colorless look.
The corners of the lips are down.
No matter what outfit.
Complexion ... Far from blooming.
And half a year ago
All shone and shone.
Eyes like a starfall.
I didn’t go - I flew on the wings.
She dreamed of meeting us.
And she felt that she was not alone.
I felt your warmth
I knew what I needed.
Now i feel
Abandoned.
Not important.
Unnecessary.
Unloved.
Uninteresting.
Unwanted.
All alone.
Without you.
Beautiful touching poems
Should I judge someone who was wrong?
Everyone is wrong ... Can everyone forgive?
I know forgiveness for heaven, as a charter ...
The rule of God is to give everyone a drowning circle ...
We teach someone by forgiving mistakes,
Not understanding how important it is to understand others ...
If we have sunlight in fate,
This does not mean that he also had them ...
Someone has not seen kindness since birth
And because of this I got angry at the white light ...
But even flowers will bloom in his soul,
If you give warmth and love in return ...
People break down quickly and forever
Only having broken, not everyone is able to live ...
And for good reason fate is destitute ...
This is a lesson to cherish loved ones ...
Everything is treated ... And pride is an insidious throne,
And an indifferent look, but I know:
He who fears love is doomed ...
He who judged others has sinned twice ...
* * *
I will be cured by time - the best of doctors ...
And God will reward everyone according to his deserts ...
On the one hand, there’s nobody to trust in me,
On the other hand - at least no one will betray.
Now I myself have become the mistress:
I go to guests where I have not been for a long time.
On the one hand, what collapsed is a pity to me,
On the other hand, I couldn’t.
All doors are closed and all stones are torn off.
From now on, forever I became a stranger.
On the one hand, without love it’s very cold,
On the other hand, I’m calmer than one ...
I will go as I can, by my own way,
They do not like, do not remember, do not believe, do not wait ...
I know one thing: it's better to be alone
How to wait for you to be betrayed, as always ...
* * *
Don’t pout, Lap ... we can all glue it together ...
In vain did you munch your little face ...
They don’t like those like you,
In people like you, they fit into a loop ...
And what about the fact that we are sliding along the edge ?!
And what about the fact that everything is bursting at the seams ?!
That you and I are exquisitely playing
You are faithful, I am the one who is drunk in her trash ...
It’s dangerous to be sick for a long time,
All the hell out of spite for the two of us ...
We would survive - this stupid runny nose,
And we will survive the rest ...
* * *
Over the years, a lot has changed.
Three women are looking at me.
- You were better, -
one of them said.
I met her ten years ago.
Touching the mountains of the snowy edge,
A fiery sunset burns in the distance.
“You're still the same,” says the second,
Forgotten five years ago.
And the third, hands not opening lovely,
I whisper hot, full of trepidation:
- You were worse ... Say you didn’t like them ... -
What I was, she does not know.
* * *
Forever is too honest
But - a deliberately pure lie.
And rushing them as easy as shelling pears
No matter how you throw it, you’ll hit the target.
“Forever” is never false
Though it sounds like a hackneyed myth,
Speak it hastily ...
Or with pathos, loudly, sobbing.
"Forever" takes away hope
Or gives the opportunity to love.
Collision with him is inevitable
It is impossible to replace it.
Impossible to believe him
And terribly scary to understand.
Forever is a merciless word
If the verb “lose” is nearby.
* * *
I believe in beautiful souls and in the sincerity of the eyes ...
And the fact that good people live among us ...
And even when it’s too painful and difficult to breathe,
I believe in goodness, this faith cannot be destroyed ...
I was betrayed and often abandoned in trouble ...
I passed it, and the traitors ... Who are they? Where?
Life has its own filter and it will weed out of fate
All those who did not seem to hear a heartfelt prayer ...
I believe everyone brings a lesson with the advent,
To make it stronger, when at a difficult time it did not help ...
And someone comes to give their hand to us,
Put on its feet, and believe, not condemn ...
I believe that there is no indifference in the distance,
That a kind soul smiles at the rainbow light ...
This soul has a word, like an invaluable spring ...
They will spill, and life will change in an instant ...
And someone will say: “I believe that there is kindness”
And it will help others from the heart, just like that ...
All rubbish grievances and embittered thoughts bag
Shaking himself off, and now everything will be fine!
I believe the soul does not grow stale over the years, by no means ...
Trust is where love is ... This is the main point ...
And if you believe that happiness happens in fate
The Universe, believing in you, will give you everything ...
* * *
Once my father told me:
There are rare reasons for tears.
When you walk down the aisle
And do not leave the man.
When a baby is born
From tears of happiness do not hide stealthily.
Baby hear in your ears
May these tears be sweet.
There’s another reason
To cry for a long time, not ceasing.
When death comes to your house
And dumb pain comes.
And the rest is all garbage,
Do not breed slush on the PM.
You are smarter, my daughter.
Do not let your eyes cry.
* * *
The soul is empty, the clock goes back.
From the earth to the sky gray snow rushes.
Huge cotter eyes.
No one knows where the laughter comes from.
Everything will be as winter wants.
Sick bird wings closed.
Sand in the teeth, sand in the colors cold.
Dry roots of flowers hungry.
Everything will be as winter wants.
The soul is empty, the clock goes back.
Atlas in the languor of unbearable laziness
Leans on dirty knees.
How heavy the world is, how hard it is to breathe.
How long should I wait.
* * *
All my life I’m going to live.
All life goes on waiting
And only on short dates
When it’s unthinkable to decide
What does it mean to be or not to be
Between a proud moment of recognition
And in a bitter moment of parting -
I live, but I am not preparing to live.
* * *
It all seemed to me only to dream
But the pain overtook me in reality!
Everyone says: turn the page ...
I'd rather rip out a whole chapter.
* * *
Letting go is hard ...
It's hard to stop loving and say goodbye.
Shot down the wing
My bright, uplifted bird.
Shared fate
Well, we ourselves are to blame for everything.
Do not impose a fight
Never, since he doesn’t need you ...
And don't cry
Tears dried out with bare salt.
It’s time to lock the door
And put up and get used to the pain.
Paid in full
For forbidden feelings and passions,
Only gnaws wine:
For such an absurd happiness.
Only was it?
All questions are always unanswered.
Dry for a long time
All my springs
Even the songs are full
I loved you like a plague
And now it's cold
And I go straight to hell from paradise.
Well, do not tedious.
The pain will be covered with hoarfrost soon
And judge, do not rush
I can handle the thief’s skill
Keep this pain
Somewhere there far and for a long time ...
You don't believe in love
So I sprayed no sense.
* * *
And the globe of the earth was spinning and spinning ...
Dreams, like birds, ripped high
Today, someone met someone,
And you and I just broke up.
Like this. Easy. In a few moments
They let each other go. No problem?
But at that moment from contact
I felt as warm as ever.
But you were silent, and I was silent with you.
For us - no obligations, no rings.
What will be the new beginning
When is such a meaningless end?
I think we are a step away from the record
By stupidity. Alas, not out of my mind ...
We parted easily, beautifully, proudly,
Yes, but ... why? where? to whom?..
Interesting sad poems
Speak - speak like pain
muttering without looking back, bear it.
The sunset glow is dark
and the holy fool sleeps on a chain.
It was salt, windy, young.
Over the river breech plant
strong smell of hops and malt
red-eyed haze drenches
still - but the barley will grind,
hops fade, listen to me.
A holy man sleeps, doesn’t move,
awkward passions tambourine.
Soon, soon the splinter will split off
from a chopped trunk -
blowing tongue twister, absurd
into the curtained mirrors
chilling at night anise,
dying weed -
still say rewrite
pinkish sound pattern ...
* * *
I'm sorry, I forgot how to believe people,
Burning them bit by bit, in parts, burning themselves.
The moment will come, and you and I will not be
To love as before, forgetting about each other.
And what is sad, you and I are not to blame
Nature invented us like that.
We fell asleep, rich in feelings,
They woke up loving, strangers.
What is inherent in nature to arise,
It is inherent in nature to cease.
I begin to gradually wean
To later say goodbye in cold blood.
* * *
We are leaving a little now
To that country where peace and grace are.
Maybe soon on my way
Brennye belongings to collect.
Lovely birch thickets!
You earth! And you, plains sands!
Before this host leaving
I can’t hide my longing.
I loved too much in this world
Everything that clothe the soul in flesh.
Peace to the aspens that, spreading its branches,
They looked into the pink water.
I thought a lot of thoughts in silence,
He composed a lot of songs to himself,
And on this gloomy earth
Happy that I breathed and lived.
Happy that I kissed women
Crumpled flowers, lying on the grass
And the beast, like our smaller brothers,
Never hit on the head.
I know that thickets do not bloom there,
Rye does not ring with a swan neck.
That’s why before the host leaving
I always feel trembling.
I know that in that country will not be
These cornfields, golden in the gloom.
That’s why people are dear to me,
That they live with me on earth.
* * *
Nothing is hunting. Press your knees to your chest,
Take cover with a blanket and take no time.
Do not knock on the wall with your forehead, do not fence gardens,
And do not weigh the endless "so", "not so",
And fall asleep, and see a huge transparent ball,
And myself in this ball, curled up in a ball,
How I sleep soundly, breathing deeply in a dream,
And carries me by the wind far through the air.
And the air waves rock me, sing me
My cradle rolls with a rainbow wheel
And in a dream I see my stupid life
And it’s easy from the fact that I know that this is a dream.
* * *
Each of us once "almost perished."
Sitting on a chair. Tightly closing the curtains.
Assuming this is the ending
all together the best prehistories.
Only the reasons were all their own.
Someone was losing loved ones, wealth, nerves.
Someone was ruined by alcohol. Someone's debts.
All who lost, once lost faith.
Each of us ever thought - That's it.
The last bright note has sunk into oblivion.
Creases on the forehead straightened. His face was stony.
Each of us was a dead, living idiot.
Everyone, at least for a moment, "almost perished."
I shuffled through the white light with a lethargic gait.
Throw you. There is only one ending in life.
In every other "finale" lives ... The beginning ...
* * *
In the evening,
In the fog of old streets
Sometimes floats on us
Forgotten jingle of a guitar.
Or opened the door
From where to dance?
Or in the window now
Kiss a beauty?
Over this pavement
She rings like before
Ancient longing
By happiness and hope.
She sings another
Now at sunset time
She stayed the one
Which was once.
And you? Years have passed
River water faster
You love, as always
You have become more true
You have become more tender
Than on your first dates,
Your heat is more painful
More painful confession.
* * *
That's not the same as twenty years ago,
and the same day. He is me in half
was left and twilight on the garden
then they have not fallen and will fall only now.
Barometer, with his own mind
to the truth that it’s hot, the same thing
and busy with me. And the wasp is duchess
claws and gnaws an insatiable body.
I recognize the landscape and still life.
And the same one near the post office
until now, the envelope will not tear,
fearing that the news would be sad.
All the same in the sea the pallor of emptiness.
The bather, scorched by the same light,
crosses the seas and stanzas
foggy edge, becoming wet and glorified.
The sea and the swimmer come together
mullet and gull, rusty honey and sting.
And I have my own sacrifice here:
here is the footprint in the sand - here the girl ran.
I remember the one that meant
write in a notebook until the blue of the predawn.
I walk towards her slowly -
twenty years prettier and more dying.
“You write everything,” I say with a grin.
Come on, give up the fatal affair.
How I pity your youth.
And how ridiculous you are, child, dressed.
How in vain is all that you are waiting for now.
Everything will be: books, and love, and glory.
But the eve of your losses is terrible to me.
Be silent. I know. I have a right.
And you are arrogant to other people. You
you can’t know what I know now:
in the monstrous chains of dumbness
you will pay your guilt before them.
Run is not troubles - safety from troubles.
Fear the vanity of a deadly surplus.
You say something important in return,
but I - you, you - I can not hear.
* * *
Do you remember me sometimes
Only with joy in my heart, with a smile,
I didn’t want you to be evil
My passion for you was a mistake.
It seemed to me that besides you
I don’t need anything else.
Oh, how crazy I am.
To go crazy just by looking.
Don't take offense at me
I shone with you then
Well, think, I was in love,
Well, think of it, it didn’t work out.
Remember me sometimes
How did you bestow your mood?
And by chance meeting me
Smile, don’t pass by.
* * *
Trails other trails ...
Life strikes hard ...
Someone's eyes from the crowd
They looked so hard.
Who are you, tired, angry
The traveler is sad?
Is my friend to come?
Is my distant enemy?
In general we are closed circle
Pain, longing and worries ...
I believe, you're all my friend
Though I don’t know who you are ...
* * *
There are no letters. Same cold
Snow swept the trench.
They say silence is gold.
People die for metal.
How loaf dreams of hunger -
So I dream about your envelope.
They say silence is gold.
So - I'm a millionaire.
Something is broken, chopped.
You do not write. Everything. The end.
They say silence is gold?
Sometimes it is lead.
* * *
As if from a distance sheets fall,
waving a gesture of denial
as if the garden of heaven is fading.
And at night lonely
earth falling from starry darkness.
Everyone is falling. It has been so for centuries.
Look, a hand falls nearby casually.
But Someone is who is infinitely tender
fall it holds on hand.
* * *
But life flies instantly
But, will power is not always enough.
We often say that everything is fine
And at night - suffocating in pain ...
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