Anthony Davydov Poems

In the desert, dry and stingy,
On the ground, fried for days,
Upas, fearsome and stinky,
Stands and dies along in space.
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I'd like to tell you, guy
About the sound 'ai'.
So, once upon a times
There was a kingHe ruled the rhimes.
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Static evening, book in hands
And clock, which counts time.
On my knees I see the stanza,
Just four the other's lines.
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Here they are - pale sounds
Of primeval montane grounds...
Young lady's hands which are pale,
Pale, forgotten tales...
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When you are cornered and depressed
By people, dues or anguish.
When, undetneath the coffin desk,
All that inspired you, perished;
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To express my happy mood
I haven't found any good,
Optimistic rhimes on 'weather'
For example, 'there' or 'leather'.
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Don't spare me a lot of time,
Don't ask about affairs.
By kind and obedient eyes
Don't touch my arms with caress.
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No, i'm not yours! For me your aims are foreign.
For me is strange your uninspired shout.
But in the croud, in the circle solemn,
I'd go to your chalice, no doubt.
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'Tis a big deal to smile,
When th'best things are gone,
And only th'worst ones stay for a while
In pointless life without fun.
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