Liza Sud Poems

And now I adore you,
because you became mine.
You're he child on the ball of orange,
and play with me like a child.
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Right here, on this chair by the wall
the happiest person in the world is sitting.
To money and tourism she is indifferent.
She's always on the wave of cheer and joy.
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You are perfect in small rosy scarf,
and at winter forest background -
fairy dream from romantic lad,
which again to a man spellbound.
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I'm genius, the backstage of the world,
but I am moved by the same puppetear,
which one although you don't see and don't hear him
is leading all the other under-dolls.
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Today you came for the first time full naked.
you cane in real day as in a dream.
And the body of yours was of bright - yellow,
.and it evoked emotions' burst in me.
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In the USSR there was white light,
where all were equal, striving for the progress,
there was the complete peacefulness of mind,
and minimum of filthy carnal voltage.
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Why is it green and gray,
rather than the red grace?
When all took clothes away,
I love you and to dress.
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Hollywood against Trump?
What a fantastic drill!
Producers of sin and filth.
get out from Dove of peace!
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Oh, what a gift for the inauguration!
the movie-devil bed is driven wild.
kindness and righteousness to them is so unpleasant,
their fame is no the same fame as you have!
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You flickered near the wall, my tsarina,
and took aside all of my negative thoughts,
again united as the knitting needles
we weave a tissue of round clothe in verse.
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