Liza Sud Poems

Saints are the happiest people,
And they are egoists,
They got the Law and checked it:
Get more – the more you give.
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I, as a poor accountant,
Stand for speedy globalization:
I want there to be no currency,
Not to count rates of exchanges.
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In childhood the stones are embracing,
Although they are only the stones.
They have a soul, are connected
And have a sacred talk.
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As a blank crisp sheet
Falling from my hand –
In a room a sin,
Flowing from your side!
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Will you be a good girl, my beloved?
Will you suck my fat harmless stick?
you were so good when mars-manfully
it's your turn to be Venus please.
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Doesn’t matter if you are regular
Or write freely like Robert Frost.
I’m thankful to you for tenderness,
For my freedom, excitement, growth.
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I do not keep invoices in the locker.
nor way bills, too.
if anything is ever stolen -
God sees it soon.
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In forest a black bird crow
Was the smartest of all.
She could see all form a crown:
A Bear, a hare, a fox.
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