Igor Balatsky Poems

I found myself in a lemon tree
it grew so high in Lemonland
birds below
and birds above me
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When I grow old
becoming southern
wind
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Cats are the happy creatures.
They care about nothing!
(Henry Walter Bates)
...

it's a such a long way –
other end of the earth
separation's inevitable
the distance is insuperable
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That's strange enough

when looking at the mirror
you see a stranger -
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When I was a boy of seven,
I used to climb apple-trees.

When I was a lad of fifteen,
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If only
I became a wind
a rain or just a cloud
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you'll find no words
in the empty message I sent you
but you will know
i'm still alive and dying slowly
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the finest things
are always silent:
butterfly's wings
song of the sunset
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a tiny firefly

can bring more
light
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