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Back to the Russian poems

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DOOMED

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I would give my life away to see your happy smile,
There’s nothing I’d compare to your youthful charm,
When I’m with you I treasure  every while,
Because I get my pride and will disarmed.

But if I open up I know I’ll be despised,
So I put shackles on my tossing soul,
I’m innocent, but I will be chastised
Without a reason neither for a goal.

I want you not to know how hard a life could be,
And I will pray my Lord to fill your days with bliss…
You are my Promised Land I’m just allowed to see,
But I’m already happy having only this.

2008

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“TITANIC”

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Your memory takes me back to those

By your eternity enslaved,

I almost see the starlight glow

Within your sinful souls unsaved.

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I nearly feel their silent mourning,

Their icy whisper in the night…

‘T’s your deadly harvest of the morning,

‘T’s your hopeless dawn beyond my sight…

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2008

Let The Autumn Come

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Oh, I pray Thee, just let the autumn come,

And let the chill freshen up the nature’s tired face,

And bless it with September’s healing days

Let summer’s fickle warmth and grace

Just fade away; and make it take away

The sins and sorrows of the heat and draught.

The trees will lose the burden of their foliage

And will just bask in cooling ember rays,

Just like I dreamed, just like I ever thought.

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Let calming light illuminate the world,

So, let the autumn come, and let it rein our passions,

So wild, so flaming up and stirred,

And stop its fury in progression.

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The year’s dawn is Your wisdom’s perfect token,

So let the endless streams of soothing tears

Flow down the skies and wash away my fears,

And finally quench my burning thirst unspoken

Relieve my soul with well-earned rest,

I’m waiting just for it to loosen up my shackles.

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I’m calling, but I’m lost among the echoes,

So bring me back the nature’s fruitful fest,

Finish the seasons’ circle once again,

The year has begun, and it must have an end.

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June 2008

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