Lilac evening.
Fire in the fireplace ...
So you're waiting for a meeting,
That the heart is cold.
In the confusion closely ...
Squeezing hands ...
“Will come ...? What if?
What a torment! ”
Frost on the skin
And thoughts - a whirlwind.
"And feelings, well,
Have you completely subsided? ”
Loved much.
You rejected her ...
Unbearable
Search for answers.
"When? How can you?
She has become a queen! ”
At that reception
She shone.
Could not believe
Your eyes ...
No regrets
Once gone ...
Now ... goddess!
It touches the eyes ...
Her smile is
You reward.
Do you remember
Olden nights.
Her attention
You want to achieve.
For dance exactly
The minutes melt away.
Words seem
She is listening.
Come agree ...
It's hard to believe ...
What is waiting for? It is not clear...
I missed you godlessly ...
And now ... it has arrived ...
Kissing your hand ...
A little heart
And in the throat - dry.
To lips with lips
Snuggle the desire ...
But no! Vain
Your efforts. (eroticspace)
... she remembers everything.
She knew everything.
Waves of truth
You gushing ...
Gone calmly
Without slamming the door.
Incredible ...
And you - confused.
Everything was fashionable,
Everything was nice
But flatter yourself
She did not.
Wine and candles ...
And even had
Finish body -
SOUL NOT GET UP.
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And butterflies in the stomach
Flitter.
It's windy ...
And thoughts about you
Do not melt.
Flies
Soul,
Peace now not to see her.
Where there
When was this
Goodbye
By chance?
I do not know,
Maybe the sky so decided
When
Sometimes at night
Suddenly two people connected.
Silence
Why words to us
Excuses
Only kisses
Rustle
And breathing is interrupted.
We break
Frames -
We both wanted it.
Like moths,
At the call of nature
Flew.
And now it is
Merged
Two bodies together,
And is not subject to
Artist brushes
this painting.
Such a ...
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With you, we were so good ...
One i'm korotuyu this evening,
But I know that our train did not leave.
Perekipeli everything in the soul of insult.
I want to live so warmly
There is no power to fight loneliness ...
And you know, yet I waited for you!
You wisely acted, keeping silent
So many months (thanks for not years)
And now, when full of despair,
Ready to be near. This is your answer.
You do not look askance and reproach.
Ready to do the same as I am.
About the past I will not ...
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On the ground the arrows are sharp dropping,
After all, you will never come again,
And what happens tomorrow, I do not know.
Again the desert is scorched inside
There no germ will take root.
Again “Forget it! From memory erase! "
In my soul, the alarm goes off.
And I so want to curse you,
And the other guys, all together!
Tell me, gods, what kind of attack?
I look so tired guilty
And drown their sorrows in wine,
Wrapping your mind with cigarette smoke
With the wing lined in this ...
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After leaving the time of her rebellious youth without regret, she became a smart and seductive woman. She excited men, without putting any special efforts, she had a rare ability to tempt, in different ways: by drowning in a sea of tenderness or by taking strength, just like a predator ...
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Damn day !!! What is it? Why all of a sudden? Trouble at work. Problems with the machine. My brother flew off from work again, and his mother carried out the brain, demanding that I find something for him ...
But this is all bullshit. Today, at 6:47, the fatal SMS from Yana came to my “additional, not primary” phone, which was at home for special calls: “We will have nothing more to talk about. I am grateful to you for much ...
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Poems are like dance. Like a couple spinning in a waltz. I like it!
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2510, you will not believe, it was the ball that represented when it wrote
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I will believe! Once I have such associations)))
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Particularly successful last verse: "The soul did not rise" - an interesting find. Well, the author's soul feels good, giving the verse, along with a clear rhythm, a lyrical mood. To the fact that the author is not everywhere enough for a high-quality rhyme, I will not quibble, who rhymes himself - he will understand ... It was straining to another - the style of narration. The narrator talks about himself in an indefinite time - this, sometimes, introduced into a meaningful stupor. But do not want to try the same thing in the first person and then compare?
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Sad gray sky jumped
And the rain drips on the ground again,
And I sat down again for my poems,
And once a pen with a notebook bored.
I easily rhyme today,
Words after words, and thoughts - between the lines,
And my muse casually smiles
Seeing the little scribbled sheet.
And may I never become a poet
Of those that issue large quantities,
But versification will save this world
From thoughts that sleep at night do not give.
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Good verse, really! Thoughts and style are consonant with mine.
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I like it)))
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glad you liked. it happened the way it did
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Hi, Nat. Today I have an excursion day: I wandered into the topic “Poetry” and so it froze. Brad in the direction from the new to the old, I wanted to know how the pats were written before. On the way, I re-read my monk - the first verse is always especially expensive. I re-read your poems, took two to your favorites. Now moving further back.
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Hello, Eugene! Something you ... strangely enough ... before the New Year, go back to the old.
Very pleased to have visited
And I really do not write ...
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