Liza Sud Poems

'How the stars sing in the sky'
Divine are the sounds they drop!
I see vaguely through the moonlight
the beautiful hands of a girl.
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The fallen leaves, lived out poems
Who needs you, autumn, rain, ...
our days will pass as empty smoke
no one will askof them again.
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In university I had a pal -
He studied much better than I:
for his tasks he got only 'five'
when I had 'three' just to survive.
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The source of youthfulness is death,
You’ll be born after then.
It happened so many times –
You die – and live again.
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It is a treasure island!
Really the place of treasures!
Poets glow like gems here -
Oceans of Poem Hunter!
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I'm completely for the madhouse.
It's the logic of New Year.
We will smear ourselves with ice-cream,
Mandarines and olivier.
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Your poems are redolent of spring.
In them I hear the chirping of a warbler.
Transforming all in words, thus they reveal
behind the sounds meaning of a wonder.
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Like a habit you are popping
Like an origami habit.
I'm fine - I am in order,
Just a tempest in a tea pot.
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The waistcoat is beautiful. The women moan
to the guitar's sounds around.
And beautiful roses have bloomed in a corner
and wine will be poured in your bowls.
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