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Thanks to all of you, dear poets,
          Dear comrades of mine.

For each of you is a founder
Of a hundred mysterious words.

For each of you is a teller
Of a thousand magical stories.

Because you are filling with colors
The gray void that others create.

Because you sing away with out a doubt the truth
And the feeling others are scared to think of.
  
And with words you turn down all of pain
Just when it's almost clear that life's in vain.

And you are the ones who are always there to prove me
"Don't be afraid, go right ahead, as you're not the only"

Thanks to all of you, dear poets,
                  Dear comrades of mine.
Let's selebrate as we won,
Won't calm down until dawn!
Cause we might be gone.

Let's with a passion dance,
to chill it is our last chanse
to see the beauty's glance.

By euphoria we are blessed,
and by desire possesed.
As all of our feelings expressed.

Let'em hide among trees,
Play arround and kiss.
They don't care if somebody sees.

Come on over, my friends!
Let us unite our hands,
Dance and sing in the sands.

Remember, this is our last night.
So we should keep souls' flame alight.
Let in luck's name it shine bright.
Inspired by a camp tradition called "The night of the kings": during change's last night the curfew is  nearly ineffective.
Rivers run for eternity all over,
Again wants to take Earth over.
Always rivers're followed by chasers-
The greatest ever dream dancers.

In the mountains when following they fly,
And so, they jump up to the very sky.
Barely touching the water with their feet
They sign songs so graceful and so sweet
.

Oh, in the darkest  forests on the branches they fearlessly  run,
Faster than birds, lighter than winds. Before you notice they'll be gone.
And the folk of the forests, animals would wonder:
"Why are those kids faster than lightning and thunder?".

And in the cities they ride winds overwatching the place,
Finding new members, through houses they trace
Nobody  can see'em, yet windows try to catch their reflection,
Know, they never do, because they lack in attention.


"But what is their goal" a reader would ask,
Over watching the life- that is the task.
You see, water knows the secret of moon, keeps keys to the life,
And while the rivers run,  fires won't find a single way to end our graceful strife!
How is it?
I used to set this world on strife,
Seek vengance in that awful life.

yet now I've got another task,
turn down the flame, put on a mask.

I shall no more let thefeelings overtake,
calm down at once- a piece of cale.

I give my dreams, my thoughts, and all of me to art,
So soon enough, the pain should simply fall apart.
let me know how is it. Please.
Blizzard has come to the capital  city
One, that seemed calm for infinity
And so the city will fall
What a disaster to it has come.
But not all of the citizens are cursed
By wisdom and knowledge they are secured

The witch has made that blizzard come,
Luck knows, how she hates her home.
Right now on and on she is dancing,
As the snow storm keeps advancing .
He plays and plays this day all around:
Even the houses got taken off ground.

A ******* is riding to safety, yet horse ain't enough fast,
"How to survive?" He figured out at last.
He has transformed  his cloak to wings,
And higher high as a bird he swings.

The queen is trapped in tower soon crashing down,
And there's no way out, looks like she is done.
Just than she remembered a lake near tower-palace,
Now it is time to jump , her greatest fear time to face.
"Luck be a lady" she said houses' s spalls evading,
She as if flight's master succeeded in landing.

And so many people survived
But most of the folks have died.
Yet falt is their, were not enough smart
And also fading witches life apart.
So the poor woman  craved for revenge,
Theirs only falt, that she's rampage.
Tell me how is it.
Pretty please.
  Oct 2016 Dmytro from Trotskiev
Pax
I wrote a poem
hoping to give
it to you, will you
even read it?

I wrote it with an aching
heart, will you
ever read it?

The poem I wrote
was given a melody,
will you, will you
even hear it?

I am not a singer
nor a great writer
but will you
even hear my
heart?

will you?


© Pax
raw, i wrote this while listening to "Sia's Soon We'll Be Found"
Train is coming to the city of steal,
And you are aboard granting the dream.
As you enter the city of knowledge,
A science miracle on the lake's edge.

Two hours ago, you followed a river down stream,
Just then you saw a sky high  tower covered in steam .
The tower of Lesia, or so the folks call it,
The greatest library on Earth is within it.

The city's houses are created of steel,
Forever they move, afraid to stay still.
Universities are all over the place,
So that everyone can science embrace.

And mechanical creatures wonder it's streets,
It seems like they are alive, as you hear their heartbeats.
The folk in here works miracles every day,
Each district's so different in it's own way.

The streets are in fog but one thing is clear,
Now  there is no doubt that magic is real.
The city's walls With gears are covered ,
Cause all of the city is a steam powered
Huger then lake machine   .
If this poem is no good, please tell me, what's wrong, so I can improve my skills. I would really appreciate if you do.
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