Yekaterina Bezpalaya Poems

I sit here solemnly.

Attempting to draw up a beauty that is foreign to me.
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Swallow me.
Be done with me.
Cry for me those deceitful tears.
Plague me relentlessly and
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I ask myself sometimes,

When it is you grew up so fast?
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For few who hold the value high,
To age with grace,
No time deny,
Are they who praise what nature gives,
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Worshippers are many,
Truths there are but few,
And yet my only following,
Is the faith I have in me and you.
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It feels what’s broken never heals,
What ails, never mends.
Yet time keeps sifting day through day,
My heart gets strong again.
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There was a girl who played with fire,
Who bit the flame and nicked the pyre,
And strode with barren feet on barren ground,
And never was a fear of singed flesh found.
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you live to die another day

with sinful sun and wicked rays
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And I screamed for you from these distant shores,
Still smiled all the same because I missed you so,
Such a faulty attempt it was,
To dream away that sorrowed time,
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I dwell in a cold, empty blue.
I sing in it,
Love little in it,
Breathe its stagnant air.
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