Liza Sud

Troika - Poem by Liza Sud

Oh my winter, dear time,
blizzard waving,
Yes, with frost, and with the ice -
souls of snakes there.

Prasing you I will cold out!
Fall in love with fun,
I will kindle Russian bath,
By my beloved - spun!

Oh my winter, dear time,
always warms my soul!
Sweet in icicles, souls crunch,
vodka on ice - oh!

Troika rushes like snowstorm!
Thaw is calling me!
Part and go away, the cold!
Winter flighs to Spring!

translation from Alex S

Topic(s) of this poem: translation, winter

Comments about Troika by Liza Sud

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/24/2015 2:27:00 AM)

    Winter time with blizzard waving in this context. Wise sharing done here. Interesting definitely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

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