Your eyes treason visited,
Someone reflects another in them.
By long habit you are with me
Though the nature rolled downhill
Joint our rumpled calendar.
Premonition brings with it January.

Fatal harbinger of separation
Around me soars like smoke.
Became a voice of incredulous-stranger
Breaks and stalls in the wilds of boredom,
Thoughts wander nervously far
It became very difficult to communicate.

Nature does not tolerate different interpretations.
Flashed image will soon find
Tight flesh, enthusiasm returns,
Erase insults, tears of grief,
In a fit of passion can replace
Binding us once thread.

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  • 4 April 2017 17:11

    In the poem three stanzas of six lines.

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  • April 5, 2017 5:33

    Vanilla series,
    And so embarrassing curse ...
    There is a "logging"
    Build lines stub.

    About what? Get it.
    What for? More difficult.
    Pantomime theater
    Though the speech is more magnificent.

    Everybody suffers -
    Though love, though not love
    Sighing say ...
    No, "building" will destroy you.

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  • April 5, 2017 5:35

    I wrote it clean, not bad.
    For penmanship- 9, for content- 6.

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  • April 5, 2017 8:40

    Eugene, it turns out, as in the saying, pulled the tail - head stuck. He began to pay much more attention to the correctness of versification, he began to lose the thread of the narration, but all the same the meaning is the main thing. Well, I will work with no effort from my pen, that is to say, goose, I, as you can see, have not yet fledged. See you later.

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  • April 5, 2017 9:30

    Alas, this is our path, this is our destiny: without losing direction, not forgetting the goal of the path, keep a clear step. Everything is important here, there are no trifles.

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  • April 5, 2017 14:08

    I was visited yesterday by Treason
    Cheeky, slippery. Manila and called.
    How could I endure with the last force:
    - No, I do not buy nasty things.

    She walked on my heels,
    Laughing evil, teased: "Hey, do not be afraid!
    I will reveal all the sweetness of my body -
    I just called Change.

    Actually, I am a man’s dream
    Secret ideas I will implement in business.
    We fall into the abyss of love,
    Fill all that Zhinka did not give.

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  • April 5, 2017 20:51

    Eugene, and I really liked this version of you, I got a poem about Temptation and Treason.

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