Liza Sud Poems

Vladimir Ilyich fell in love
with Golden Inesse Armand.
From Russia through the train cry:
where France and Saint-sans abide.
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Are you indifferent to my poems?
Or do not want to read me in English?
I don't believe it. Today it was snowing,
And it seemed that low on me you were sitting,
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December - blizzard - your slim frame.
The dog is barking. Here and there
The friends of yours - titmice fly fast,
A gap - revolt - sense's outblast!
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Come to me. Anything you 'll say,
will be true. For the centuries.
to the ground are driven my pales.
And my spiers - in clouds dream.
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If I were fighting with Germany -
I would change my last name to Richter,
I would turn in a golden fish and
I'll be swimming through any water.
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They are, of course, above the earth,
but they are fully kept by Christ,
when you raise glance above sad life -
there in chaste dreams together you may walk.
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You are my field of flowers,
whole aromatic earth.
throughout heaven's expanses -
blue are the eyes of yours!
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All evil in the world - from men:
only they - go to fight,
Only they begin wars and beat,
rape and then go wild.
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Today my dream was better than awakening!
I hurried in your 'Happy birthday' day.
I ran across the road quickly
in front of the car of traffic police.
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I wanted to be a poet,
and I saw in a dream:
a book of red color
with golden letters on it.
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