An indestructible dreamer under the yoke of a sharp ax
The palms were covered with aged skin, from a long-forgotten craft.
The lack of understanding glances from passers-by carried me away like a cold wave
Cold frost gave way to autumn petals, under the sound of an everyday snowstorm
With too much and inhuman labor, I get out of my bed in the morning
A new day could promise riddles and intrigues to the full extent of my expectations
Looking closely at my diary, my mind is filled with notes of denial.
Morning meals became more and more delicious with thoughts of unconquered dreams
Evening tea parties ended with painful regrets in the coming night's dreams
Routine flowing in slow drops of tidal resin draws you into the depths of life's inevitability.
The only burning light of a lighthouse on a distant cold seashore reminds of the naive traits of humanity
The resin of vanity sticks too tightly to the feet, preventing you from taking the next confident step.
Finding myself knee-deep in dream-killing mud, my hearth still doesn't go out
Making your way through the black mass of not the most pleasant sensations
I'm getting closer to a beautiful dawn without fussy, angry opinions
Even if you have to starve yourself and the cold walls of other people's houses
My hand will be firm, copying from my mind the features and images of the sweetest dreams.
Love Painting
Golden skin tone, brilliant light dazzles the unaccustomed eye
Emeralds looking out of their eye sockets mist and greedily pour poison into a golden glass.
The warmth of a firebird penetrates to the very bones of an enraged hot heart
Sweet ancient nectar, manifests itself in all its tones with a hint of hot pepper.
The form defines its meaning, taking the most refined version
A brilliant reflection, provided to my surprise by my own replicant
The figure of the gold-bearing goddess serves as a mirror conveying reality
On the beautifully drawn facial features, it's easy to see the author's genius
Like a musical sextet, the sound begins to recognize the vocal flutter
A beautiful statue, snatches from its silence the sweetest singing competition
A voice with a familiar feature excites my perception of a beautiful creation.
As if from my most beautiful dreams, something blossomed under the guise of a passionate personification
To the sounds of a thin, quiet voice, my reflection changes too quickly
Fatigue appears under the eyes, the smile no longer shines so perfectly
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The true essence of the life element caught by the dawn
PoetryThis short collection of poems reflects all my thoughts and feelings at different times in my life and years, precisely when I found myself in this or that situation; this became the basis for the inspiration and creation of more than 480 poems over...
