SOME NEW POETRY

My Poetry - something new

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MY DREAM

I'd like to turn into white fog
And fly to the land of my dear,
To hug his soul with wings of my love
And burn as a candle in night fear.

To light with my smile his cloudy day,
Take over his grief on me,
All blisses of world I'd like to give him
Adorning his life with reverie.

As a white rose I'd fall down to his feet.
But I want to know for certain
That he still awaits and trusts that we'll meet,
I'd never get tired to wait him.

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MORNING IMPROMPTU

Again morning snow is blinding my eyes,
Again Beatles music is sounding in my head,
Again i'm hearing all what i ought not,
All what is happening somewhere not here.

I don' t know all words and don' t know motives,
My song like a prayer is flying up to the sky.
Little child is alone crying in fright somewhere.
And again i' m seeing someone's naked eyes.

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WHY AM I RETURNING?

Not you, but I am beating at the blank wall
Behind the wall loud laughter, merriment.
And joyful faces everywhere, you're among them
Inside this cage which were made from gold.

Behind the wall all tables full of viands,
Splendiferous flowers everywhere.
All troubles, sorrows are forgotten here already,
But suddenly i hear your sad voice from there.

You peer into faces, they are only guises
And people are just dolls without hearts,
All flowers made from crystal like in tales,
The finest palace made from playing cards.

I go away. I' m sick of all these walls,
I hate this tinsel splendour and all false,
Life, universe and freedom are more dear
For my free Gypsy soul than all this gold .

I go away!.. But why am i returning?
What for i hear your dearest voice again?
Why do i go trying again to be close to you
and wait that golden walls would be ruined?

I am so tired! That will do! Enough of that!
I'm going out, you will never find me!
Are you a man or a mannequin, too?
I don' t understand, you can't illuminate.

I am fed up to knock, to trust, to wait,
I am so tired of this silly lie!
But who can now explain why I'm returning
And waiting that you call again me? Why?...

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LITTLE IMPROMPTU

Last night I was sleeping in my lonely bad,
I saw seven roses in my dream,
they were pink-white and so delicate,
amazing in their innocent beauty.
And I sang a song taking them one by one
and put them one next to another...
One... two... three... four...
it was only seven fine roses...

Last night I was sleeping in my lonely bad,
I felt that my love came so gently.
My dear beloved folded his arms 'bout me,
but stayed just for seven small moments.
I feel I've got wings behind my back,
I can fly with birds to heaven...
One... two... three... four...
it was only seven small moments.

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It is highly improbable,
Maybe, an impossible thing
In our life to find the one
Somebody special who brings
Sunlight in your sullen being.
You hide it in your secret dream.
Only those who outlived it can
Understand what I mean
!

Morning, evening or daytime
I only think of you,
Somebody who is so special,
Someone I never knew.
You are my precious dream,
Only one person to live for.
Unbelievably and obviously
!

...

I guess you know what I mean.

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