Poetry
Prayer
(Machine translation - Google)
The suffering of my life dried up
Sterile flour hellish its...
Why, say, we believe, love
Recklessly and lost days?
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Old pond
Overgrown cane and reed,
My old pond is sad.
Plays a pink sun beam
And yet, like a dream - a magic, unreal
Wreath of Love
(Machine translation - Google)
Gossip of cornflowers festive wreath
And give girlfriend-hohotushke,
And on the run caught the breeze,
And hide in the grove, in a small house