Blessed is the time of summer!
Outside my windows - noise:
Metro is built and the century's spire,
White nights - you can't drop off.
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When I will write for you one hundred poems -
if, Julia, I will not go mad -
then utterly exhausted, without forces -
Not at your feet - but near will fall down.
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Just your appearance - the only one -
Causes the flow of love and inspiration,
A fool would say: Julia, what you've done?
And I will say: that's how the sky has measured.
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Near the river we will walk
from sunrise till evening.
tell me about your love
that's no more in secret.
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Space vehicle in which we fly
whith Julia in the pilot's capacity
directs its movement on the way
from the northern - to the Egyptian latitudes.
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In your hand there's a blow,
And your palm like a whip.
And that's an honor fee.
It's God Who told me so.
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but you have to refuse me,
as life in God refused us,
His holy Face was never shown,
life hid Him and tortured, tortured,
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The greatest master, supercolorist,
And monumental Mega-symbolist,
But within radius of two street blocks
The magic of his crystal doesn't work.
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