Liza Sud Poems

My blue, blue bird,
Golden night star,
My heart to you bends
Like a flower full of nectar.
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A cup of coffee, to bring down the pressure,
Hearing the news from sparrows,
The fact that life is so fair
When with peace and love it sparkles.
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God always is cosmopolite

I'll share with you: I always loved
the properties of many tounges -
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Yana time –management does one more time.
It’s a new group – it’s a career flight.
Saturday call – it is from Mister Park,
For Hyundai’s good – without overtime!
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I will find you in Olgino,
shoot you from all the weapons.
overtake on my snowy Opel,
in circle will take you.
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Zhirinovsky is hugging a horse
in beloved steppe somewhere.
In the red shirt, so good -
as on museum painting!
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You are leading me from God.
everyday in a hallway catch.
By our window a maple is growing
and its trunk is wet in the morning.
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As a folk - he was born in the barrack,
There he learned that we’re sisters and brothers.
As a folk – he was taught by God’s Mother
And is drinking - as our folk.
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Piter is not a beautyful town:
Gloomy, dirty and worn-out,
Doesn’t’t love his people, proud,
Full of wonton advertisements.
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