Flower Is Opened, Poem by Liza Sud

Flower is opened,
Sewed through is by the sun.
At last ripe pupil is protruding
Surrounded by the sincere bosom
with graceful heel inside the sand.

And rustling rain on skin is flowing
to nowhere with a heat.
Poet naitivist is more important
to me than river at foothill.

By every drop - the game of Christmas.
And almaz snow every throw.
the gift from Future falling, greedy
to the sand uselessly will go.

Above the world like tower will be,
as amalgam will super-shine,
opened in flight the taste of Mirra -
create! And what creates - will have! ..