My poems are sweeter than honey.
Invade me with sweet light.
And they rise me so high that
I forget all the bad.
They caress, stupefy me,
They are my opium,
Just like a kitten - rise me
hold me in their words.
They are the flying carpets,
Rhyme's ornaments - a thread.
All people are like pilots
When they are reading them.
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Слаще меда мои стихи,
Сладкий свет во мне разливают.
И я с такой высоты
Обо всем плохом забываю.
Они ласкают, дурманят,
Они - опиум для меня.
Как котенка меня поднимают,
И держат в своих строках.
Это - ковры-самолеты,
Орнаменты рифм - как нить.
Люди все - как пилоты,
Если читают их.
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My poems are sweeter than honey. Invade me with sweet light. And they rise me so high that I forget all the bad. flying carpets from arabian tales and opium from the european literature... thank you LIza. really your poems are superb. thank you. tony