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Dec 04th, 2014
| Poetry
In my silent room
all in blue shades,
I could stay alone
through eternity,
in the perfect night
with cloudy wet sky
in the sounds of rain
and meditating fishes
the space opens in wide
blue circles, ...
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Dec 04th, 2014
| Poetry
Since you left me,
all rivers flow to the west,
all winds blow up to north,
Since you left me
I see your face everywhere,
in the forest leaves I feel
your presence,
in the darken tree stem
I ...
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Dec 3rd, 2014
| Poetry
I. My home is made of words
airy and light, as peace,
love, flowers, poetry,
hope, imagination, raindrops,
books and ink and friendship,
my home is in ethereal world
where music fills all senses
and ...
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Dec 3rd, 2014
| Poetry
By the river of your absence,
the murky waters flow to east,
nearby i quietly sit,
touching the growing chamomile,
white and yellow symphony of art
I need warmth and calmness and
hope, and purity in ...
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Dec 3rd, 2014
| Poetry
When I`m in your arms,
on the warm rosy nights
my hair is spilled all around
your chest, tangled with your
nerves, as stem of oleander,
my hands are wrapped around
your waist, as a little bird
safe ...
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Dec 3rd, 2014
| Poetry
-- Snow Owl -----
I put on my head white scarf
and went to seek your sign
in this forgotten from God land,
where I traced your steps,
in Cathedral city I sensed your smell
it was in the air of ...
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Dec 3rd, 2014
| Poetry
It was so frozen-cold, the air was bright
I saw the shine of the Full moon, reflecting
all beauty and pain of the snow,
It was so silent, I could hear my breath,
when his steps appear making little ...
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Dec 2nd, 2014
| Poetry
He reverberated her soul,
Her feelings for him had no control.
She had surrendered to his love,
Blessed they were from the stars above.
With him she felt rejuvenated and fresh,
Her past experiences ...
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Dec 2nd, 2014
| Poetry
In this distant place,
no sound of you remains,
morning grasses soft whisper
under my light feet,
feeling of dew drops
touching my skin
I looked into the drop-ball
as if a mirror to another ...
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Dec 2nd, 2014
| Poetry
In this lonely snow,
I saw white on a pure white canvas,
little blood drops of my birds
I walked like in my dream
just with my spirit around
rising thoughts, warm heart
cold and empty eyes.
In ...
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