Liza Sud Poems

Until it has become open
in moving our souls back -
His Immaculate Light, white,
as for an innocent child.
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I saw wonderful vistas today -
we went to movies in Latvia,
levitation for half an hour
without any problem then.
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You will walk in my foot traces
(I will write you in Russian better) .
We will go to other places,
But together, without resetting.
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Carlson - a dream
of a male subconscious.
to be elder brother
for the younger one.
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And if at home there is no recognition -
The Russians always are a little late.
They will come later on to comprehension,
But it is not the West that should explain.
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We were flying more steep,
than on Mark Chagall's paintings.
He had houses still
that below you may see.
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In your face I see a success,
in your mind - the firmness in virtue,
and if ever light in you fades -
then I believe not for a long time.
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What shall I tell you, Your Lightness?
Sitting in a nook.
Far away from windows somewhere,
Far away from truth.
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I love the sky rides of Mahler,
You can't find such in Disneyland.
Mahler's rides are more quiet,
With many observing details.
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Your spell doesn't work any longer,
you are no more - behind the glass.
not for you are my light roses,
we were coupled for a long time.
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