Through a solid transparent barrier.
Isn’t it better to just settle your argument?
Finding in inaction delight.
Dream and believe in the best moment,
When the window itself suddenly opens.
In that near and far world,
In which you lived and crave to find yourself.
But all the same wonderful world of the glass.
The window itself will not open.
And the butterfly prefers to fall afterwards,
Now continues to fight!
Poplar
He was tall and slim and powerful.
Dropped foliage in the fall at times.
The spring ray caressed him warmly.
In winter, the crown was covered with snow.
He was a lighthouse in the distance.
As an obelisk was visible a mile away from the village.
And, flying past, cranes:
– Kurly! Kurly! – Shouted in his honor.
Sometimes we boast with childish pride:
– A hundred years to him! And it will be a hundred to stand!
But a pile of firewood suddenly appeared.
— And where is the poplar?! – Children do not understand.
Early Autumn
Amber spilled over the foliage,
The trunks of the oak forests are blacker.
Transparent air. In the blue
The forest appears, and the distance is more visible.
And the yellow leaf trembles in the branches.
A gray crown, freezing’s birds.
Crown of trees covered frost.
Will warm, when spring comes.
The call sign with the name Romantic
The girl with beautiful eyes.
Looks from the depths of worlds.
Searches in the of a call sign at night,
Ray of his at the name Romantic.
There in the conglomerates, the placers of galaxies,
Where is this Earth there?
A call sign named Romantic,
Radio wave bears call…
He lives there with blue eyes,
What looks to the height with hope?
In search of a constellation, in the evenings,
Sends you Earthly silence.
The smell of honey herbs spring,
Light wind – kiss,
The leaves of the Earth’s forests in autumn,
And a wreath of rainy summer jets.
