Larisa Rzhepishevska Poems

I read the poet's souls in the poems,
I read the poet's inner world.
Pulse beats louder, then duller,
And all my doubts are just hurled.
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Three lasses in the evening dresses
were dreaming near the fire place.
With such a grace the first lass said:
If I were a queen I would weave a beautiful carpet
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A magic light has filled the space.
Our Lord has sent it with a grace.
We paradise create in dreams
Wishing to live in love’s sunbeams.
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It was a cold January morning,
all around looked a bit boring.
In Washington’s subway
was the beginning of the ordinary day.
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I won’t tarry,
I won’t marry,
I won’t complain,
Though the pain will remain.
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I look into your loving eyes,
my soul feels and realize
how they are so wise.
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Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
Such a sweet word!
But it can’t be presented as an award
even by our Lord.
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Don’t ask me about my age!
I always feel younger.
If to count by happiness
I still feel a hunger.
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Once upon a time there lived a preacher.
He was very famous one in the Christian world.
He was the best teacher.
He taught the Word of our Lord.
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Eyes are blue
Eyes are green
Eyes are true
Eyes are mean
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