Julie Anjani

Heart of happiness so passionately dreams
Where is the long-awaited my only
Where and in what regions he lives
I should live alone how longly?
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I am nor poet nor a pedagogue.
So, please, do not judge biased and strictly
A dilettante's naive monologue, -
Persons who create poems brilliantly.
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In the elegant cups painted in a style of 'gold',
Amber tea pours, giving us a pleasant warming.
But its tonic taste is spoiled by the sadness' salt,
And my drink gets more bitter with the next dawning.
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At moment, earth left under my exhausted feet,
The clouds fell down from firmament, turning into soot,
When I found my peace in you, heeding the heartbeat -
But there was no place for me in its amplitude.
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My soul cannot regain its peace, even if it is a temporary.
The charming dream of happiness was an illusory idea:
My knight found hearth in the abode of an another lovely fairy,
The everything in their life is wonderful and quite safe there.
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A blooming rose has drooped, not feeling warming gentle rays, -
It is sad without the smile of sun, - radiant and bright.
The gloomy luminary looks, turning away its clear face,
At the mortal world, for some reason, with the reverse side.
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I had a wondrous dream: a surface of the pond that shines
In the rays of sun, which has thrown off stuffy shroud;
In reflection - slender maple gives to me majestic glance,
Hiding heart in crown from the piercing cold winds out.
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Do not be angry, black-eyed gentleman, if keeping
A loyalty to my feeling, I touched your heart chords.
I only catch a distant mirage while I'm sleeping -
And I apologize shyly for this liberty of plots.
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On the black velvet of the sky
In this marvelous summer night,
The moon and guiding star's eye
Give for us their magical light.
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Прошу простить меня за мой укор.
Но как назвать стихами те творения,
Где рифмы нет, - лишь слов набор
Для передачи сердца настроения?
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First of all, I apologize for the harshness of my words.
This is my subjective opinion and may be an indefensible:
Poems devoid of rhyme is like sentences without dots -
Neither poetry nor prose, - something incomprehensible.
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You deprived me of peace and stole my serene sleep, it seems
Dragging me into a fairy tale from some children's book.
You did capture feelings, charming stranger from my dreams,
Imperiously conquering them with just a sultry look.
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Fluffy light snowflakes whirl in the air and quiver,
Descend to my feet in a white cloud, cover the Earth.
On the eyelashes they brightly shine with frosty silver,
On the lips are in a hurry to melt from the warm breath.
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Reality is ghostly in kingdom of the looking glass.
There is a danger for me: to face with a cold reflection,
Burn my heart with icy breath of the unknown, trying to pass,
To let distorting mirrors joke with my imagination.
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In routine everyday life, year after year flies by,
But Juliet is faithful to her dream in the days' flow:
She counts the stars in pairs in the clear night sky
And waits for Romeo with sadness at the window.
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Putting an overseas shell to ear, it seems that from inside
I can hear rolling and menacing the ocean's sighs,
A noise of the thundering salt waves, the foaming raging tide,
Somewhere in the distance a pelican's the shrilling cries...
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I put into the envelope the radiant light of my eyes,
The pure crystal of an open soul, a timid hope's gleam,
The raspberry fragrance of lips and my sunny smiles,
Sent it all by express delivery in a feelings' stream.
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A golden sunbeam sneaks behind me,
Casting a mischievous glance,
To see his face on my palm kindly
Does not give me any chance.
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In the stormy waters of the boundless Internet,
My boat sailed, wandering in the solid darkness,
Plowing the expanses of the world late - at sunset,
On the wave of modern lyrics and from pastness.
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I hear your footsteps and maybe even
A voice through the space, the time and seasons.
Although your own face is constantly hidden,
I can feel your soul, despite the distance.
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