MORNING
I'll read your whole life
On maple red palm,
And I will solve your dreams-
It's pretty simple, you know.
I'll see you grow on a branch
Timid leaf among the green brothers.
He was modest and inconspicuous
In their rustling arms.
He drank the rain with them and listened
Songs that the wind tramp sang.
And it seemed to him that it was better
It can't be in this world.
The nights grew longer,
The days were getting shorter.
And once a friend-autumn
Summer at all decided change.
Like going to a ball, leaves
Your green coloring outfit
In color purple, suddenly became fast
Fly away one after another in a row.
In a romantic whirling waltz,
Two palms in one folded.
And then they flew away again
Under the mysterious Viennese motif.
The days will pass, and the fall will follow
December will come to us frosty.
All the dancers will be covered with snow,
And this ball will end.
And in the spring on the branches of the kidney
Open again-do not grieve!
And from them will sprout leaves,
And another life will begin...
BREEZE
Rowan
Easy with the palm of your hand
In the rain of fleeing seconds
Autumn will suddenly drop us easily...
And we will not be returned soon...
But we will be brought back by drunken springs...
Fill it up in a moment! Yes, to the brim!
And run through the veins of dew
Revived in the cry of cold dreams...
Made alive in us by the hour
Flying to the sun the gloomy darkness
Where did we know that it was not in vain
We fill the world with ourselves...
We fill with what is alive
And it will come back to us in awe...
That... That forever enchanted
And the distance walked on the waves...
Easily flew on a wind ' m...
And there were stars in the sky!
And we gave you, we
Solving stellar
Questions!
Lady...
MORNING
Willows were woven into my hair,
Trembling in the wind,
The willows leaned low to the river,
To drink water in the morning.
Willows tenderly embraced
My shoulders in a gray coat.
Willows kissed my cheeks,
Don't ask for anything.
Willows long branches-braids
Rinsed in cool water
Willows threw dew into the grass,
Diamonds here and there.
The willows looked sadly after me,
When I left them.
Willows will stand here for a century,
Having survived even this verse.
BREEZE
Suns'...
Here is and autumn has passed middle
And again, as they did not understand...
So who's shooting us in the back?
So who wants to take it away?..
Or maybe... We're still on our own
Careless invisible fire
Just a light touch...
The one that hurts so much... Don't touch it?
The one that burns... Not extinguished
Blood flickering under the skin...
So let it come true not in vain
That whisper in the heart of love...
Look!
Our sky is still clear
And calls as then on sunrise...
And our touches there are beautiful
Those wings are sublunary
Flight!
MORNING
Migratory birds were screaming
Us that the cold is coming,
And they offered to fly away with them
In the land of beauty, where summer is always.
Called wings spread and in the sky
It is easy to dissolve in flight,
Until sunset fly from dawn,
In the land where we will always be warm.
Forgetting the yellowing leaves,
What did the janitor burn to the ground today,
Let's go around with the birds
In the land where the snowstorm is not chalk.
It may, however, forget about the sorrows
And after the birds to fly
To this land where the birds called us,
To sing funny songs?..
BREEZE
And the birds ... No! don't fly away…
Subcutaneously remain in us
And the cries of birds sadness does not melt
Where the wing flapping like the first time!
It's our first time... But not our last
Hello Sunny in a snowstorm
And I hear the spring ringing there…
And the warbling of the vernal drops…
And once again, my soul laughs
And flood moan days…
And something will stir in my heart…
You're a wing flutter…
Don't scare me!
My Suns...