Liza Sud Poems

He said that I was his sun,
I was golden walls for him.
And I started to believe,
But doubt sneaked into me.
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I lie on the sofa in the museum,
We just crawled along the ledges,
portico with balconiesa were built us,
We were so close to the stars.
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What is pleasure? - when one is giving,
and the other receives a gift.
But from both sides should be feeling
that the both sides are pleased.
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I keep my poet's gift in secret,
So that no one could recognize,
Why do I need world's recognition
If the world's key I have inside?
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But time has come when he became indifferent,
To wine, to poetry, to women.
it all to him became too real.
too real to compete his dream.
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You have touched my rose by your words,
And its edges grew up so sharp,
it wants you inside – or it hurts,
And without you it may die.
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If you lived in the shadow of genius,
Near wonderful Russian lake-
You will learn our traditions with easiness,
You will get the Communion, be blessed.
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