I will write poetry after lunch green tea
and I will make my mood romantic
with my poetic love in this pandemic
and I'd paint your lovely eyes at the sea.

I wouldn't get back to work after you,
I won't go home, I just wanna be wild
in the jungle of blind love with you.
I'll be silent if you feel shy in the wind.

I want to make you happy forever
and make you smile, oh my dear!
I give you company not to feel alone
I will find you anyhow, anywhere!

Hannon,
felt superior  to the very nature of all things, and he found a way how to prove it.

“Why staying bound
by humanness,
while I am better
than anyone else”

With his own money,
Hannon bought a flock of birds
and raised them up in a dark place,
very dark place,
teaching them how to sing one song
named “ Hannon is God”,
This is all they’ll sing in the dark.

When Hannon considered
the birds learned the song,
he let them fly free,
believing his own song
“Hannon is God”
would spread everywhere
and would be heard by everyone.

He let them free,
the next moment
the free birds forgot Hannon’s song.

They flew free,
and song their own birdsong
to this day

I have seen today
a beauty queen fay
on the green grass,
in the white dress
after the morning class.
Ah, it's my pleasure
It's my happy day!

She smiled at me
Smiled with happy eyes,
She has laid down
on the left hand
with a bit of shyness
and posed her right hand
for my attention.

I looked at her with love
But the long grasses
almost hid her lovely face
I couldn't stop gazing at her
for the golden blonde hair
and the cute nose.
I am into her smile and eyes.

I loved her, I still love her
and I will always do
She's the one who
I wanted forever.
I wanna meet her
every day in this neutral place
I love this queen fairy so much!

Eyes lost
in waiting,
Silently
looking in vain,
Despite it,
He kept them
widely opened,
Carefully,
Silently,
He put it away
on the old
wood table.

Carefully,
refolding
his courage
lifting up
ferrous arms
stripping
Carefully,
a tinny piece,
rolling himself
in still noise
a cigarette of
Powerful
low-graded
rustika,
a variety of
great purge
hunger
killing
good reason,
one pack a day
helped.

It helped survive
the cold,
and everyday
toil when
soldiers and ants
starved,
Makhorka,
insecticide
of freedom.

Silently,
looking in vain,
Despite it,
He kept them
widely opened,
Carefully,
Silently.

When I am a young poet
I love to make my dreams
come true like sunbeams.
I never want to be late.
Love dreams of me, I bet!

I would shine the world
with my lovely poems.
I will make the streams
and just won't be ribald.
Love will come to me, I bet!

Lately my soul screams
for the beautiful nature,
Lives are like ice creams
and all souls will be a vapor!
That will happen, I believe it.

I love you and the creation
Please lemme stay a while!
God, I need your supervision
I bow to you and always will!
I always want to be perfect.

This poetry is ever new for me
I cannot read it out, what I see.
I wrote that with my poetic soul
Now I feel it has a magnetic pole.

Poets feel happy for their words
Like a couple of romantic birds.
Poets make dreams and hopes
with love and some bookshops.

Love makes me a poet and wild
and makes me feel like a little child.
I've been killed by a poetic lover,
This love is ever true and rare!

If you miss me at the midnight
Then talk to the sky full of stars
and feel me in the moonlight
I'm with you, don't make tears!

If you need me in the morning,
Then just look at the rising sun
and I will be with you, darling
when you usually go for a run.

If you feel me in the afternoon
So you come to the lake alone
and enjoy my voice in the loon
Bring the love back, nothing's gone!

If you feel like singing with me
then just sing with the crickets,
You can read me with some tea
in the evening, like other poets!