Buck House...
England attracts with one's view eyes
of tourists.
tall trees, water fountains and colour flags
are bouncing as in the water
as in the mirror.
To be in London and not to see the palace
it is incredible.
To learn his history
it to enter the palace in order
to hear whispers of walls, appliances
and senses hidden deep secrets and the ones
which stopped already being them...
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When Will Walk Away
from a silence of thrushes
saddened July
give golden fields
and turn pink roses
with thick honey is offering
wants to refresh longing
what unexpectedly
is tasting with bitterness
as the sensitivity betrayed
of wind breezes
somewhere the sky
is clouding over,
in order to rain
to let in only
let them cry over the loss
of the bereavement,
when will walk away for
a long time...
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Sunny Spell (2)
a beautiful girl
welcomes the morning
the pink body
is exposing to the sun
ants in the vicinity ready for the walk
the neighbour beside
is peeping from a distance
the girl feels
like from above a stroke
it is a balmy
rainy fall
in a minute the first
ray through the cloud
looks and sun
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It's Time For You Escape
in concrete houses
in concrete silence
nobody can not hear
your call
concrete houses are
sinking more than once
in the wine
when the clocks
are hitting
at the morning hour
concrete hearts
being getting cold
are slowly undergoing
the life
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A Purple Chequered
Do you remember this blanket? Soft, purple,
chequered was, wiped in the corner.
At the picnic mosquitoes cut and not
helped moves with hand to drive them away
You have always had fairly good
ways.Under the blanket,
covered entirely, only
underit, we started breakfast.
Our stifled giggles heightened a sound
of insects. And with evening, in the circle
of smoke candles lighted, the supper
on a purple, smelt of the night.
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I like the rain
when I met you
it was a heavy rain
approached there my train
was a beautiful summer
on the platform the drummer
drummed and a sun
came out a fun
of hot rays began.
I didn't get
onto a train,
stopped me eyes
it was a day really
exceptionally nice .
and our fun
lasts as soon,
as is lighting the sun.
I am going to the platform
and I am waiting
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Steam And The Solo
there is an
unwritten agreement between us
we aren't getting ourselves in the way
and in this way
we aren't stopping by at ourselves
after all, quietly for ourselves
we sometimes try to imagine how it will be
like .. when unintentionally we are
on the same path, I know it.
what will he reweigh?
reason
rough quiet nature
the mutual sympathy
or the resignation from
what very well is smelt
I am collecting strong umbrellas...
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Change Tonality
you would like
a lot 'to have'
and to be known
well to have
the pass to the moon
and always a wind
at the back
by in one piece
one's life
not to know
what conflicts
mean to be
convinced
that the fate
is bringing
only wonderful
things for you
you don't know
whether
the tomorrow
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Passing Fashion
not yet it's
the first snow
of the season the sun is still coming out
from behind the clouds
and we are taking out from wardrobes
jackets, mini jackets,
coats, spring coats,
overcoats, fur-lined overcoats and winter furs
and covering to severe
frost and strong winds
with thrill of emotion
we are looking at spring
dresses
the last swimsuits
summer shoes
bought,
on the first day of the autumn
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and I said... no, no...
I wrote the sonnet about the spring,
and suddenly he, nice,
high flier as gladly,
like super star from the screen.
tshitrt the white put, and he had
trousers, of the same colour.
and hair like the tar.
in the sun a colour gleamed black.
I stood in the door, into him stared.
when he charmingly smiled,
and asked - whether for Madam, will be
willing to buy tickets... to....
farther... I didn't hear.
him star, unfortunately, dim.
my the muse escaped,
and I said... no, no...to him...
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