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The poem always was for me the form of expression of feelings. In two-three stanzas finds room much – the overflowing emotions asking on will of thought, impetuous passion. Not having possibility to give vent to this all on a paper, for a long time would descend suma from an overabundance of feelings. And so – anything, it was possible to consult. Improbably it would be desirable, not spending, certainly, not deserved analogies to repeat thereupon Sergey Yesenin's words: «as to other autobiographical data, - they in my verses».

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Secret

You have asked me playfully
«Of whom you think now?».
And heart has knocked timidly
About edges – as last time.

Well to me was to you to answer?!
I am stupid brjaknula: "Secret".
Though, where there! In whole light
Such empty "secrets" are not present.

Ridiculously and sadly. Silly, terribly.
I do not know, than to myself to help:
Has got stuck, as a nail, a question yesterday's …
And you dreamt me this night.

23.02.07.

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31.05.2007 21:13 Here it is the approximate sample of a verse of "one day": there was a feeling - has poured out in a verse. prostenko, without special mental pressure, but with taste. The second 4-stishie most of all was pleasant.
Ksjusha Gunka (Gunja)


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