Poems

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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Rain

The rain pours. The airport.
Here launch. Here – a turn.
Beat a rain of flash of fires.
It pours, revenging them, more strongly.

Kap-kap. Knock on a wing.
Here a gangway. People float.
Let so. To me all the same:
Pours a rain in sad cinema.

In your day – thought on you.
You – there: in shine of victories.
Noise, din, set of words,
Ring, laughter, the sea of colours.

Well, let pleases light,
Be live one thousand years …
I – here. Thought – as always.
Kap-kap. From the sky water.

2006.

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23.04.2007 20:26 IT IS EXCELLENT! I TOO PEEP BUT THE FAN.
Burhon


20.05.2007 18:33 Good rhythmics!
Sergey


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