Я скорблю о смене эпох Проживаю все дни...

I mourn the change of eras
I live all days
Without touching a living
The human world is not bad
But not a shadow of myrtle
No winds blow
No luminous circular trip
Don't have over us
Former value

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There sits by the fire
Man Without a Face
Without number
And without too much fear
And knocks on the drum
In the rhythm of strong and weak
And charcoal on the wall
Displays motion pictures.
The formula of the created world -
Rebirth

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Sitting there by the window
With a clean face
Faithful education
Virgo
Soft forms of her
Whale strings
Pulled together
Swaddled fabrics
Hidden from view
Wilted for
Fifth of a century
But now
Filled with hope
And humility
The measured knock of hooves
A pack of barks
Straight out the window
The owner enters

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I feel inside
Very accurate
What is made for love
Otherwise
De-energized

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You like a tiger
Distribution geography
Four hundred square meters
Every moment a new mood
Restless mind
Restless body
Greedy. I think
That is the point
Let's play the stones
Your freedom
In n-dimensional space
My roots
Your wings
Because between them
Trees are possible
They have birds and animals
Books and doors
For strong smelter bodies

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See you later
On the top
Polish mountains
Discuss
Course of war
Where there are no casualties
But gracefully
Time won
Forty sixth
Stratagem