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The choice
Which way should I go,
What is the path prepared for me?
What is the burden I bear,
Where to looking for? I’m free!
Putting yourself in a bound,
Never; I do not intend to.
And it's time to find your road,
And do not wait until the dawn comes.
Speak or think, no
I assure you, you just need to do,
But I don’t need prize and award.
Don’t need many lived years,
And I need a desire
And supporting,
Understanding!
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Dawn
Admiring the mountain dawn
In the rays of the planet of grief
Marveling, I live in the moment
Having grown up, I understood - the dawn.
You won’t return anything
No need to regret it
No use at all
From the soul that erupts.
And what will happen after all,
What follows the dawn
Nothing will be
What was in the body under the sky.
And what's the use of those things
What in life did you collect
And what is the end result
From mortal only one soul!
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Dawn
Admiring the mountain dawn
In the rays of the planet of grief
Marveling, I live in the moment
Having grown up, I understood - the dawn.
You won’t return anything
No need to regret it
No use at all
From the soul that sees echoes.
And what will happen after all,
What follows the dawn
Nothing will be of
What was in the body under the sky.
And what good is those things
What in life did you collect
And what is the end result
From mortal only one soul!
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Art of Living
Cold as a seashore
In the deep winter season;
It poured soft rain this spring,
Flowed from the trees, all of them are mine.
Swiftly falling to the ground
He flew, no matter what,
And drop by drop he fell
What a mood he set for everyone!
And at least for me, smiling
Walked on the road all peppy
Playing with some mongrel
It was like all other people.
There is no place for feeling in my heart
Like this spring
Weather, but only fun.
Not everyone is subject to art.
One that would be
Thy whole soul is pure, that
Do not be at the mercy of the weather,
And feelings do not change, like suits.
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Happiness in love
Many will say that happiness is love
But deceiving, hide only
Behind the feelings of this world, again
Stating about perishable love for everything:
To animals, to things, food and people, leave it,
Therein lies "love" only to oneself.
You make yourself deny that love,
So we fill our void.
In that “love” there is no happiness, contrast
And in that happiness is love, and place for that.
Many times I fell in love with a desert
He gave his heart to a rolling Thunder
With a warm breeze in the field of games,
And dissolving in the raindrops, he sniffed
Aspen crown;
All beautiful
Having absorbed
Thought happiness was in love
In love for the whole Earth ...
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Fight
No need to fight against
You ought to fight for,
From time to build your temple
But remember - it is only the floor.
No need to humble others, no,
Better be humble yourself
So that would be a light into this world.
To prolong your days.
Alas, the road is not easy.
What can you give the world?
Love someone for no reason?
And give your time along?
Accept the one who did not accept?
Forgive all those who once
Easy to give a damn - offended?
What a reward!
But all this is in vain, in vain - without
Hope, love and faith
Without the three pillars of grief
We burn without knowing of limits.
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Tht greatness of the world
In the world, in the endless
The open spaces of His
Pieces of creation
I was walking in search of a thinker.
He searched inquiringly
His secret abode.
At all extreme points
Chagall universe.
Thinking of the world:
How to eternity he walked;
Choking, drank everything
From that corrupt cup
There was a limit.
Humbly died in her,
In his drowned
Peace of sorrow and in imaginary
Greatness he lived
Aspiring to the earth seeking Paradise,
And to eternity in the firmament
Walking; The world in fetters
Eternal freedom
And in her slavery he
Living humbly, and
His loyalty to her
With the last sigh
Keeping in your heart.
Told about some
Laws of morality
Us data at the very
Beginning; while,
Like all reveling
Freedom, debauchery
And eternal life
But only without Paradise.
And one is given
Holy Man on
Judgment by God; with greatness
Heaven was to earth
Sinful is lowered
Then; in the struggle of the spirit
And the flesh was revealed
Say: for yours?
Is that life He exhausted?
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Muse
Your stature is standing bassoon
Your eyes are burning stars
Facial features is roof of heaven,
A smile is a bright sun.
And your two cheeks are roses
And the hands are genuine narzan
And the hair curls like vines
The soul is the deep ocean.
The symphony palace is your voice
The tops of the mountains are your shoulders
And your autumnal hair
Lit a spark of love in me.
I learned how the mountains breathe
And the sun, as it flees from dawn;
Playing a tree in a field:
It writes a poem of eternal love.
I recognize your smell in the rain
And in the drop I will see the beauty
And your tender lips are sweet
And I know – I won’t die from the thirst.
And we walk along the alley
Keeping silent beauty
But I won’t find no one
More faithful than you!
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Happiness
Do we need a lot for happiness?
Everyone has a different measure,
Someone strives to become better.
For others it’s not at all important
And see in pleasure
Him,
We are sure that between
Equally,
They are looking for him in everything.
All my life living for that only
Trying to catch him
Everytime,
Catching
We chase again
Behind him.
Considering the most important
But we miss the main thing.
And we consider absolute
We perfect him,
In its entirety,
But we do:
temporarily as if it is.
Trying to find, we downgrade
So do disposable
We are losing life from it.
Looking for him in something temporary
Forgetting
it’s bigger and longer
What life is temporary
But
For a long time.
So still
what is it?
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