Liza Sud Poems

Mister Park doesn't need poems.
He needs rubles, wons, dollars.
Poetry - don't even show it to him.
misunderstanding - that's what you may meet.
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I bring light and warmth to people.
I bring them money and joy.
I'm not the sun, but I feel pretty.
I glow, I'm god in the world!
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In the St. Basil's Cathedral
Mister.Park was probably not.
One can't say for sure how many
Of the Russian churches he never saw.
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My mom didn't like to listen to poems,
to read them she never asked.
The dwelling of silence was my home,
And poems were never pronounced.
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I feel - my life is in my fellows now,
that's how you should teach people from their childfhood.
Then all the wars will come to end at last,
and the whole world will be as point in my heart.
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To our village the War has come.
People were called to a barge -
For evacuation and moving far.
Only my grandpa delayed.
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Yesterday – I felt again exactly –
The excitement goes from my feet
Up and up, and it is like goose bumps but
I feel them UNDER my skin.
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There are many changes in your life,
And many fairy roles.
Take one at first, two - after that.
As for the light - shine more!
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I feel that my soul was raped,
was raped by the English language,
they taught me at school to take
and carry it as a luggage.
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