Liza Sud

A woman's body - the Body of God,
Dream that has spawned the World
The basis of morality, the pathway,
The meaning of Covenant - heavenly Idol,
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You irritate me immensely!
I dreamed that I came to you.
You sometimes wanted to rape me,
I was tired and longed for food.
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My mother - a fantastic blossom,
like on a flowerbed - lies on the couch.
She has the sound of girlish voices
of twenty years when she talks.
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I want to become a woman-president.
I'll give free apartments to everyone.
For gasoline there will be prices-one penny.
After all, they did so in Abu Dhabi.
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All the poets are like zombies
wish to know exactly - whose?
from what moral tribe they arose,
or so, from fleshly doom.
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Do you know the name of Daniel?
Are you aware of his kind heart?
No? I'll tell you - I am admiring
In him patience and subtle mind!
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You think that a woman is writing a verse
Above a thick table she's hastily leaning.
But not in the house, in heart humble words,
Even in the kitchen while making a dinner.
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My soul is totally ripped up,
My heart is broken.
But sewed by Saint John of Kronstadt,
By godly light is warmed and softened.
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He founded his own institute,
He has his own TV.
his agit-train - Russia waits for you!
He's - the leader of LDPR!
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I had a dream: you came to me
on purple car, as in a childhood.
Only one driver had a seat -
you gave to me the place of driver.
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2 butterflies completely equal,
2 tortoiseshells,2 butterflies,
There is no difference between them,
They fly together, lonely – fly.
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They look like sister and brother,
They laugh in the same way.
They may become wife and husband,
Like 2 sides of 1 face.
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There's one key to my
religious soul, -
It is sincerity,
Brightness and glow.
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You plunge into my wet lake
And flow there as a swan.
And we entwine together
As nightingale and rose.
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Today I’m thirty six.
What for, my God, do I live?
Less energy, health, less joy.
Death’ threshold, the Judgement of Yours.
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Does a stone have a soul
Or is he deaf and dumb,
and doesn't remember what passed
in a series of changes in time?
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I am rude, I am sad,
I am not nice, I’m bad,
I am beautiful – yes!
Beauty makes a regress.
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My dear, beloved God,
With Your heavenly beauty,
With Your shine, with Your height
Bring me to Your Communion!
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