About the life of the past let's mourn,
Recalling the student years,
We'll visit a distant youth again -
Bubbling spring waters.
Gave us the night a myriad of stars
Beautiful naive dreams.
We were full of the rainbow of dreams
Not knowing the longings of parting.
Pigtails ruffled a mischievous breeze,
Chasing with you, fidget.
Dangling lace always untied,
Laughter intertwined with conversation.
A smile bloomed, even if in the shower
Insults do not dry up the tears.
You loved the color dragee,
The smell of fluffy mimosa.
Years have changed, left a mark.
You look very solid.
The pigtails are gone, and there are no bows,
I myself have aged, obviously.
About youth shalom light we are sad,
Remembering careless years.
Once again, the soul want to plunge
In the love of our spring waters
When did you write in 2015?
And, I am a good Sedna, put the top score.
Appreciate it. no longer break off.
Here, damn it, not a “boudoir cake” and other vulgarity.
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Eugene! Got it. As a literary Stakhanovite, I take on increased obligations, as a poetic pioneer, I solemnly swear not to publish more verses with the rhyme "sex-cake" and other vulgarity (in a box, in a table, in a basket). Sorry for the poetic renegade and lyrical apostasy.
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Hohmach, however.
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Tired taxi
You're taking me home
And I'm tired. Ask,
Where did you go, hero?
Mota in the bustle
In life so many years.
The terms are not the same
Who loved, those not.
Before the homeland sometimes
Such a hard way
So the hero is in a hurry
Look at your eyes.
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I really liked this poetic impromptu. “The circle is not those Who loved, those are not.” And if they met after a long separation?
Again we get used to each other,
Look with embarrassment in the eye.
To love, giving in to fright,
What if the hands say: "It is impossible."
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