Добавлено (11.04.2011, 16:34)
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Sonnet 1

The sea’s soul is my infinity,
The moonlight is my heart
I don’t fear the obscurity
In the darkness of midnight

I fly in the life like a bird
Over the world, over the sky
My head is cold and my hands are hot –
I am living for art. But why?..

When sadness at night comes to me
I stay with depression alone
We play with each other. Sky can that see
And silently whispers: “You’re steadfast like stone,

But this world is better than it can seem…
Dream of! Life ends with a dream”.

Добавлено (11.04.2011, 16:35)
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Sonnet 2

At the end of a dream
You call everyone and silently scream
Why? Because that windy life
Is I think like a bloody knife.

Once, I go to the shade,
One way ticket you me made,
In the shade I have a rest
And will run away the west.

Where are you now?
That world, as for me, haven’t love
People like ashes… But I’m resurgent
The black sky with gold stars is extravagant.

Does God exist is? Maybe, but who is calling to him?
I’m like fallen angel lost in my sweet dream.

Добавлено (11.04.2011, 16:35)
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Sonnet 3

The shadow of a dream? What is it?
My heart is going on? A little bit…
Who knows where is my life river?
The wind. I can see! It’s so near.

I am stranger in the world.
Who? Who give me golden sward?
Where’s my brother Northern Wind?
I will search him, I too dreamed.

Love, at first, yourself, because
Crowds make a lot of noise
In the darkness at midnight
Release your dream to flight.

With the moon, the silver single team
With shrill winds stroll your light dream.

Добавлено (11.04.2011, 16:36)
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Sonnet 4

At a sorrow lone midnight
Don’t switch on the brightly light
I look at the window, I didn’t sleep
And go to the black sky to my first trip.

I can see the sea before,
Moon and winds, and never more…
Goldish sand at night is dim,
I am searching my lost dream.

It’s the first day of my life,
In my hand is silver knife.
I think fear will kill all
But at night with moon I’ve stroll

I am walking on the waves
Our life has many ways…

Strange attraction.