viacheslav kupriyanov Poems

Once we possessed a red balloon
We filled it up with smoke
Forgetting, what we'd learn too soon:
A red balloon's no joke!
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Poems fly up in the sky like airplanes
They easily go up into the clouds
They are not touched by lightening
They are not frightened by thunder
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O little island, do please stay,
You have one life, no more, no more,
By breaking in the waves, the waves,
You still will reach the ocean floor.
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Man
invented the cage
before
inventing wings
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