Liza Sud Poems

Ha-ha-ha! God will not let you
go out from my shutters!
He is not threatening or cruel,
As for thieves - no, he doesn't cover.
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She - the length of her face's was of my height -
Took me with her cold hands, as cold as icicle,
And in her heart - in Everest of fire
She put me easily, as if while flying.
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The Snow Empress!
My king of blue!
In huge eye sockets -
Crystal ice, woe.
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If a little bit more
to give me of your verse,
Then the overdose
will light my brain in short.
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I'm enchanted by you like a foe,
Coming either in thunder or silence.
Orange poppy was blooming in you,
And in kloof there were cherry braceletes.
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I am a simple Russian wench.
And we milked the cows - in a stable,
But no cream with coffee to bed!
We have different classes! Great!
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I do not want to see adultery,
if Bunin is the author for three times.
whatever you may teach a child -
the same thing you'll receive for punishment.
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Again Nevsky Dostoevsky... -
You will say - it's not to me?
Don Juans and Mono Lisas -
hold myself in check - you mean?
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Of three times upside down turned puzzle,
there are thousands of little dice,
as of dharmas in infinite Buddizme-
they need many events of two lives.
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And the light here around is not white,
but very dark gray, even black,
it's as the worst of people's sorrows
when good or evil people come.
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