Lawn mower,
At noon I hear yours echoes,
Like thunder, spread evenly
Across the earth.

Touching you
Always was unacceptable.
But now it's happened.

The wind rustles
My long plaid pants,
Touching the ends of my hair.
I walk slowly, rejoicing at this day.

Red-brown pine trunk,
With severed branches,
Greedily soaks up the streams
Heavenly waters.

A tiny beetle
Shimmering in the sun
All the colors of the rainbow.
Like benzine spilled in the rain.

The cloud is crumbling,
Rainy day ahead,
The air is soaked
The flavour of heavy soil.

New life is born
In the depths of the merciful Earth
We are all Her sons and daughters.

Love for you
Stuck to my heart,
Like chewing gum
To disheveled hair.
It is necessary
To get rid a part of myself
To find freedom.

My heart was dance joyfully,
Without fear of breaking.
Like a little boy jumping
On a soft tender mattress
In grandma's room.

But you deceived me.
Turning out to be a ruthless killer.
The body screams in agony,
Calling for help from the Heavens.

Sadness always takes
By surprise.
Enveloping with its
Heavy, languid
breath.

Bitter wine pours
Through the exhausted body.
Leaving scarlet traces
From its sharp needles.

I take an icy,
Velvety peach
With bruises
From the refrigerator.
It smells
Sweet and refreshing,
Like someone hugging
In the rain.
I carefully bite off.
Bite by piece.
Sour coolness
Remains in the mouth.
Now it is a release for him.
After all, he lay alone
Among five white apples.