Trembled and smell like flowering,
As a motive lays down my syllable.
He is in your eyes. In the spring
Reflected in drops b could.
No, these poems are few, few.
Need to portrait thee write.
To make the lines more beautiful
Rainbow colors them to find…
A phrase out of place
Old Phrase meaning is simple,
Sometime, with someone very famous,
She fluttered a simple bird
From the cell of words, it is open.
Then in the space of phrases
She was relevant and needed.
And soon to the heights of dreams
From easy to famous ascended.
So became the phrase that winged.
But soon tired of everything.
And suddenly disappeared from the mouth somewhere.
Where? In a book at all?
But our Phrase wants to rotate
In the circle of modern winged phrases.
Out of place with the mouth to break,
Among not relevant phrases.
All went passed by
Thou passed by,
Did not notice again.
Looking, as razor,
As sharp word.
Maybe thou would come to life,
In my fairy tale true.
What was once,
What has become covered with dust.
Dust of ardent hope;
Meet us with you,
So, my love, all,
All went passed by…
Ode to first love
I loved you,
Thou first love.
As if the world has opened,
Beautiful love with his thou loved.
From the first early spring
You with a dream, with a dream,
As with you,
I met with a vision.
With that lively beauty,
What gives us a Spring.
With a sweet, tender dream
