Liza Sud Poems

You see a dome above the sky,
When everything is on fire?
The earthly tubes fly down
But the Light stands in height.
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Burn in beams with the soul of Lenin,
Live in perpetual secrecy,
Breaking bourgeois geniuses,
Servants of provocation,
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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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O how good you are,
you endure my groaning!
Your grand pianos are luxe,
sound in them is growing.
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The Crucifixion of Christ. Simple victim:
He wanted so much to help His people-
that died for them, and everything went back,
to childhood, to the light - when child woke up
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