Anxious, naive poems,
From the meaning of the word far.
All forms are dry and abstract.
Waves of lovers are understandable.

They want to catch the gist
Understand and save in the soul
Sprouts are very fragile secrets.
While they are weak, crystal

Hothouse they need comfort.
Let the views of happiness sing,
And her lips tremble with impatience,
Hands in aspiration

Create a biofield of love.
Understand me and do not blame
What am I keeping dumbness
Sympathy i'm guarding

From the power of all-destroying words.
May the castle be wonderful from dreams
Erected a wondrous reality.
I'll leave in sweet languor

Your camp, having touched lightly.
In tune we will live a century.
Magic aura of happiness
From us will take all the misfortunes.