POEMS
MY NEW BOOK WITH POEMS
You're a woman in the picture.
Touch you, touch you,
You're my best soul...
To hug you I dream,
Don't deny, I'm in love.
And the book of love lay down,
I cry alone...
And feelings of its devote,
And days before the event, I think.
Touch you, you're beauty
You're a woman in the picture...
But you're gone.
Giving love,
I was left empty...
And the coldness feelings
The souls concerned...
I never pretended to be,
Loved, suffered
And didn't give up.
But you left.,
And the trace left
In the soul, like a knife sticking out...
And cold body, exudes
The smell of love is screaming...
Everything was gentle and beautiful.
The love is gone. And the pain is unbearable.
My heart was in love...
And now, I will make you invisible.
The first flowers.
The beam of the sun warms the earth,
The flower grows through the snow.
Spring day,
Spring mood...
Flowers at the trail,
On the way to the forest.
They are gentle, vulnerable and beautiful,
They make me happy for the first time.
Both yellow and blue
Your favorite flowers and unique...
I will touch them with both eyes and hand,
They carry heat with them.
From century to century in early spring
They are born in a crowd
I give them to you,
Current does not tear by hand,
Touch them with your soul
Early spring...
15.08.2018
You told: I'll come,
I wait and wait by the subway...
Deceived,
I understand.
Where's your soul been?
I love heart of yours,
Without it, you don't need...
I live quietly,
And the moments I catch.
Where has your soul been?
Not came, but could...
you gave me the hope,
And never came...
About the soul of my dream,
You're beautiful and pure...
Not came, but could,
Draw a line...
Can that the prevented,
And your soul suffer.
Didn't come, I come to you -
Dear to my fate...
