Liza Sud Poems

I remember Duluth, Minnesota.
I spent there 2 months at school.
I was 15, I wanted to grow
Up and become cool!
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Sunny
Awesome
Nice and
Joyful
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Poems contain your soul.
They are a part of you!
When I’ve read a verse of a boy -
Light was inside me – good!
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It's almost winter... But the birches
don't want to hear this, it seems.
And with gold hair quietly drop the tears,
And blame first snow and rain in noise of wind -
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Dew is to you remained,
viscous drops of the herbs
braid is entwined with the earth,
thrown up are his hands.
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I live - but it's a miracle!
I breathe!
what else do I need to wonder?
I don't want
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I used to smile at all your words.
They are like mood's exhaling.
Flexible canvas is of gold
In the bowl of our patience.
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Time may heal you, but God makes you holy,
Peace and joy He'll send over to us,
May be someone will read our poems,
In the proud heart the ice will break up.
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You are the heart so radiant - a star!
I'm glad to see in person, not in dream!
I ask, My sister, in your prays, sometimes
Put in a word for me!
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'How the stars sing in the sky'
Divine are the sounds they drop!
I see vaguely through the moonlight
the beautiful hands of a girl.
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