Maria Shipka Poems

Calm happiness

Oh....not 'atrocious'
are our days!
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If I will die
nothing will change,
only my soul
will leave
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I want

To be your weeping willow,
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Seeking the Truth

Have you ever felt
yourself somehow
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Don't cry my heart don't cry...
there is nothing to cry for...
never -nothing of you believed,
was really true, sincere...
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The life is a present,
don't cast him away.
Only of you'll depend,
how you live through
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The little stream which flows out from heart
the warm little drops they dropp from eyes,
all we want, we wish already was given to us,
all what straitens and tantalizes our hearts
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When the last day of the Year
draws near and reaches the hand,
to what the most you reminiscent?
On the last, the foregone days
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In our mind all the times
steady fixed picture
we hold:
'The Time passes...
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What connects us
with surroundings
are words,
what chills and warms
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