On the crowded street in holiday day
The day she met him.
She remember she invited him to celebrate
The day people waving flags,
run, laugh ...
all day up and down
Because it was dusk,
she suggest staying at home
to continue the celebration.
It was accepted.
They were celebrate homeland until morning.
The morning has gone,
He left, and he found her again
on Gorky street from the beginning
“My homeland”, He said,
“I need you”
and “I love you”.
“Yes”, She said
“I'm ready in every sacrifice "
they get married.
Time passed, he was disappeared.
She always finding him
on the same path.
He never remembered her in the morning.
Only in the evening, like midnight
she was worried,
she sleep one bed in her arms
He still left
more and more ...
At least that's ways he appearance
when she was over years
She quit looking for him.
Waited him in the darkness alone, to look
He also stopped lying down
every night ...
And one night he never go home again ..
She did not find out when the door opened ...
Then she closed the door.
She stand before her whole life
a dream of the past, forgotten dreams ...
She tired to cry on her knees,
She stepped into the chest and locked it.
Is death like silence?
What is true with happiness?
like it is tears
Moments like the rain, dark cloudy thoughts and
a sharp soul in night ...
Perhaps a word doesn't say,
Never see the eyes with the eyes,
an empty hug.
Where will the dreams go?
when dusk comes in the darkness, with the rain
and with the deep river
When the lonely rebellions were engulfed?
Love comes to everyone in many times, many different ways. For those who have been loved, love lives forever …
When I was young,
I learned how to write poetry.
When I was old,
I am a book
"A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else poor."
Every Winter sows life,
Every Spring reaps,
and a smile has been engraved with sadness.
The lighting path of the city
cleanup the forest in my eyelids,
and with things I think I am lost,
love living alone
you gives me your vision.
Sleep with me, my love
between the still life that with redundant art
and more of this love,
a rag of civilization.
In your hands miraculously become
the best of night costume.
Each centimeter theme of hurtful heart,
double embroidered wound closed ..
of your finger, our light removed
Two white moons for your children
lighting the last time, revelations of the world.
Sleeping with the fairies, fairytales
The magic was solved, the dream was better,
Daughter of spring, Son of summer!
In the morning, knee time
Will burn every key and key
and my old face.
The prison of my mirror smashed.