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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The heart needs neither the fantastic palace,
Nor the golden cage's an exquisite gleam,
But chest that's full of virtues, that's along with
Soul mate, who is similar to warming sunbeam.
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Through the icy tracery that decorated window,
Heavenly light penetrated into my apartment's hall:
Glancing at the snow-white canvas with a sketch of rainbow,
I saw greetings from a little angel in a frosty curl.
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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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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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On clear moonlit nights repeatedly in the old days,
I had the same bright dream in hours that precede sunrise:
A handsome knight strode through desert in sultry haze, -
True hero of children's books, as I could to surmise.
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The small bird was sitting carelessly on a branchlet,
Stealing curious glance at the sharp-eyed falcon.
She did not guess at that moment that he knew about it,
And was watching the bright bird closely while he walking.
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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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My hero, like morning sun's the gentle rays
On a summer day, your good-natured smile warms.
Aren't you the one my soul seeks in universe -
The one sent by heaven, to whom it belongs?
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I was thinking about my beloved in the evening,
Looking up into the sky at the astral promenade.
Suddenly a star fell from a height plainly twinkling
As symbol of the era of New Beginning,
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Pleasant weather doesn't last long in the ocean unfortunately.
Once again a cold fickle wind visited the ship's space.
In memory, it left me a piece of an iceberg silently, -
A frosty look that flashed like blade on one of the bad days.
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To magical abode of my dreams, a thorny road
Is covered with leaves of bleak days, bitter to the taste.
The way is blocked by guard standing at a threshold,
Who forbade me to come close, even to its gate.
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Is it a heart's fault that it is really absorbed
Not by the image of someone from old friends,
Whose feelings should be cherished, developed,
But by a stranger wandering in hot sands?
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