Liza Sud Poems

There are many happy victories,
And there is only one,
That is too crucial and reminds
That nation may be sick.
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God always is cosmopolite

I'll share with you: I always loved
the properties of many tounges -
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Yana time –management does one more time.
It’s a new group – it’s a career flight.
Saturday call – it is from Mister Park,
For Hyundai’s good – without overtime!
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I will find you in Olgino,
shoot you from all the weapons.
overtake on my snowy Opel,
in circle will take you.
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He is truly like national russian
Is like prayers and Russian folklore,
Never suits to him the word «fashion»,
But the deep root of nation – in him.
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Only Elena I was born to hear
And hearing by saint motif to please.
My main organ is – ears, ears, ears,
Only this sphere I have to increase.
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Pope of Roma is always behind the glass.
Through the glass he plays with a cat,
Through the glass to this worldhe applies.
always breathes he - behind the glass.
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Patterned houses, Snowy Dresden.
Here the street-lamps. No poor.
As if at last I have come
To my house in heaven.
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O how good you are,
you endure my groaning!
Your grand pianos are luxe,
sound in them is growing.
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The Crucifixion of Christ. Simple victim:
He wanted so much to help His people-
that died for them, and everything went back,
to childhood, to the light - when child woke up
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